I wonder, still...

Your fingertips running along my lips,
I feel the ever smooth, silken touch,
And I feel myself tremble.
My petal pink lips quiver,
In sheer anticipation,
Or is it thrill,stark,
I wonder,
Still.

Still,
I wonder,
Why, I feel your touch,
Burning me, molten hot.
Chills of desire, freezing me,
As, I sit up awake, trembling away.
And I realize, it is, yet another dark night,
Ever since, you dipped away, into the eternal goblet...

Amidst Royal Orchids...

Time had struck odd,
Eleven gongs, had fled.

I hopped along, in ado,
A midnight drive, esoteric.

The night sky, bejeweled,
Speckles of sterling stars.

Halcyon music, soothing,
A gentle back drop,
To our amaranthine palaver.

Touch of the zephyr, so cool,
Smiles and laughter, corybantic.

A quick hiatus,
Amidst the royal orchids.

An ice cream delight,
Just after midnight.

A roman holiday, so special,
A memoir, to be cherished, forever.
And, how i wish, you felt, just the same...

A Bloody Trail...

Three drops of blood,
It trickled down her legs.
And, here I am born.