She has a healing energy,
that my sick heart always needs.
Her smile contains medicine,
that comforts me whenever she offers it.
In her eyes there is a prison,
everytime I fall in her sight,
I'm captured.
In her touch, there is some kind of magic,
everytime she touches me,
It feels like heaven.
I her scent, the breeze transforms,
Each time she passes by me,
and the wind reaches my soul,
I can sense her aroma.
I would want from her,
one thing and one thing only,
her last breath,
and the final thought in her mind,
my soul will feel blessed.
She has rare kind of vibe,
when I felt it,
my heart reaches orgasm.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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