as we travel from this dot to the epicenter <br />where we can pass through mountains and plains <br />we can touch evidences of nature <br />in the ground of love and desire... <br /> <br />there’ll be times <br />when the world stops on its axis <br />and the silence rules everywhere <br />dews start rolling over our body <br />and a desire of love grows anywhere... <br /> <br />there are moments <br />when the world starts to tremble <br />and all the movements wall to wall <br />lip touches lip <br />tongue reaches tongue <br />measures every corner of our love... <br /> <br />on the contrary where speed meets time <br />and no one knows how dusk meets dawn <br />there..in the arms of obedience <br />unmask the emotions of two loving couples...<br /><br />lady grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-art-of-love-8/
