RAINDROPS WHISPER

Raindrops whisper on saffron silk,
A clinging kiss, a lover's milk.
The saree drapes, a whispered tease,
Where secrets bloom 'neath dripping trees.

Ink bleeds like passion, dark and bold,
On skin that gleams, a story told.
The stain, a bloom of deepest night,
Where rain and sweat in union fight.

The fabric sighs, a slick caress,
As swirling lines a lover's guess.
Of curves that tempt, like waterfalls,
A sculpted form where pleasure sprawls.

The poet's touch, a burning brand,
On skin that slicks, a lover's hand.
Where beauty ignites, senses take flight,