Have you ever felt? <br />with heightened ecstasy <br />the chill and freeze of <br />the 5' o clock rain in <br />the streets of your <br />sorrowing city, whose place <br />i yearn to take and <br />drench you in the torrent of ardor. <br /> <br />Have you ever touched? <br />With your trembling fingers <br />and felt my texture <br />in the satin of young flower's <br />softened lips dripping <br />pearly droplets after an episode <br />of shower in your backyard garden. <br /> <br />Have you ever heard? <br />My husky voice speaking, <br />my warm breath stroking your cheeks <br />when the morose air gets <br />playfully excited at your sight, <br />leaps across the table and <br />whispers in your ear <br />the words of love and love only.<br /><br />Seema Aarella<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sigh-2-2/
