A Sensual Bliss!

During the nightfall of a sensual bliss,
an inner desire starves for a long kiss;
thoughts comes in, as it is very often;
Arrives in and go out, like an orphan.
Love has become an icon of infinity;
It wipes out all good sense of eternity;
Destroying superb images of a beginning;
All dreadful fears of a dead-end; signaling;
Once you took hold of my heart, so boldly;
I knew no one could have touched me mildly;
Love conquers all its corners and territories;
Let us surrender to life, death; its obituaries

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI