Whispers Of Dusk

Amid the evening breeze and criket chirps,
Her soft breathe clothes my neck,
Her gaze captures my attention,
Locks me in and sends me yonder
To lands unknown to boredom and loneliness.

Her touch,
A replica of perfect affection,
Or at least a reflection of one.
Our love thrives on sweetened courts,
As red and white roses give a fluffy touch on our paths.

When my day has been dotted with frowns,
She pulls me close
To her world full of blissful pleasures.
She restores my sight in my blindest moments
And gives me a taste of Heaven
In motions only Angels can fathom,
We shine in the glisten of our sweat,
And rock to the aftermaths of our pleasures.

Like a child, I reach for her candy,
And she teases, pulls it just past my reach,
She smiles at my begging face,
Oh that coy smile!
Sends me over the edge,
Reminds me just how I want her,
Nay, need her,
And when our lust finally entangles,
Going back is not even an option,
As we travel on the sweetened road,
Ready to heave at our mutual destination.