The Pain I Wish to Give

I will begin at the crown of her head

and slowly travel down to her toes.

I want to hold her fully, not just in my arms,

but in a love that only our wild heart knows.

I will pull her close, so near,

kissing her until she is breathless,

until her lips turn heavy and red,

and time stops still while we do not speak.

My touch will leave the marks of my love,

memories her skin will always feel.

My hands will turn into weapons of longing,

telling the secrets that words can't reveal.

My beard will mildly brush her velvety skin,

my mush will give her those sudden chills.

I'll worship her ears, her palms, her soul

And the unseen places where the world stands still.

When I hold her tight by her waist,

I will not be in any rush at all.

I want to feel every beat of her heart,

until she is ready and falls.

Right and left, up and down,

north and south, east and west,

my love will move in every direction,

a loud passionate whisper against her chest.

I wish to throw my 75 Onto her 55,

to let her feel the weight of me with a sigh.

I will make her body tired with this pain,

until she smiles with a happy sigh.

This is my silent, sweet revenge,

not to hurt her, but to make her aware,

I punish her by loving her completely,

that my burden is the only thing she will want to bear.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.