Freshly Born (poem) by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet on AuthorsDen

Freshly Born
by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet → (All Poetry by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet)
Wednesday, March 16, 2016 Rated "G" by the Author.

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I will never kiss lips other than yours till the time I breathed my last breath; incorrigibly refraining from indulging in the web of licentious desire, And if ever I did; it would only be your voluptuous armory of seductive smiles; freshly born once again. I will never stare into eyes other than yours till the time I breathed my last breath; abhorring the most gorgeous of alien eyeballs like infinitesimal strands of worthless broomstick, And if ever I did; it will only be your island of tantalizing eyelashes; freshly born once again. I will never caress skin other than yours till the time I breathed my last breath; disdainfully shrugging the very prospect of ravishing complexion under my nonchalant frowns, And if ever I did; it will only be your river of mesmerizing perspiration; freshly born once again. I will never fondle hair other than yours till the time I breathed my last breath; disregarding the most titillating conglomerate of silk; like infinite mosquitoes descending from the sky, And if ever I did; it will only be your blanket of stupendously enchanting eyebrows; freshly born once again. I will never drown in any voice other than yours till the time I breathed my last breath; massacring even the most exotic trace of sound hovering in untamed vicinity, And if ever I did; it will only be your melodious ocean of poignant tunes; freshly born once again. I will never frolic with a persona other than yours till the time I breathed my last breath; sequestering myself in wholesome oblivion amidst the juggernaut of boisterous activity in this chaotic world, And if ever I did; it will only be your innocuously divine progeny; freshly born once again. I will never worship footsteps other than yours till the time I breathed my last breath; perennially closing my ears to the most ravenously rhapsodic maidens in this boundless Universe, And if ever I did; it will only be your incredulously royal shadow; freshly born once again. I will never blend with palms other than yours till the time I breathed my last breath; blowing all magnetic touch lingering in the atmosphere; under the languid yawns which entrenched my mouth, And if ever I did; it will only be your cavalcade of profusely impeccable destiny lines; freshly born once again. I will never mingle with breath other than yours till the time I breathed my last breath; remaining as stoical as white ice; even as the most fabulous of seductresses overwhelmed me with their charismatic fragrance, And if ever I did; it will only be your flurry of insurmountably passionate gasps; freshly born once again. I will never love any heart other than yours till the time I breathed my last breath; standing like an invincible fortress against the most inevitable of alluring assaults, And if ever I did; then it will only be your everlasting paradise of pulsating beats; freshly born once again.