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Felt My First Passion…

I sat long enough in front of him…
In the wonderment making my patience thin.
Very weak and fragile my desire beckoning me so much,
As I was fearful with my thirsty lips for your touch.
The hot air rose within me when your arms wrapped me,
In this fearful moment my rebellion heart descended and seared me.
Like a slender stem in your arms I quivered when we quench our thirst,
I was uplifted with a new passion never had before,
And my soul was dipped in sweet nectar never tasted before…

 

 

© 2012 Pimmi Nag