SOULFUL TOUCH

SOULFUL TOUCH
Hand over to me, your warm desires,
Lips dried, eyes tear-less, cheeks pale,
Touching your soul, with an emotion,
I become a blue river of aimless notion
Quench for the flames of fire in blood,
Legs tired, hands tied, mouth moaning,
Falling to confined alluring beauty charms;
I become another rainbow of my own love.
Wipe out, kiss away the ugly, in deep mania,
As if I can drink your lovable drops of nectar,
While smelling and tasting in delicious bitter,
I became a silvery cloud of my own passion.