Like There Were An Infinite More Tomorrows (poem) by Nikhil Parekh

Like There Were An Infinite More Tomorrows
by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet → (All Poetry by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet)
Friday, March 18, 2016 Rated "G" by the Author.

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I wanted you to kiss me on my tantalizingly svelte lips this very moment; but like there were going be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and undyingly augmenting compassion, I wanted you to kiss me on my jubilantly intrepid forehead this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and inimitably priceless understanding, I wanted you to kiss me on my exhilaratingly nubile feet this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and beautifully untainted adventure, I wanted you to kiss me on my poignantly blossoming cheeks this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and spell-bindingly inebriated flirtation, I wanted you to kiss me on my sensuously embellished eyelashes this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and profusely exemplary mischief, I wanted you to kiss me on my intricately sensitive ears this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and ebulliently enlightening whispering, I wanted you to kiss me on my irrefutably persevering sweat this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and resplendently emollient righteousness, I wanted you to kiss me on my seductively wavering nape this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and ubiquitously unending cavorting, I wanted you to kiss me on my fantastically unbridled belly this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and triumphantly unconquerable virility, I wanted you to kiss me on my ecstatically burgeoning bosom this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and victoriously unceasing fieriness, I wanted you to kiss me on my candidly emphatic eyes this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and timelessly insuperable solidarity, I wanted you to kiss me on my fearlessly unprejudiced chest this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and magically ameliorating selflessness, I wanted you to kiss me on my inexplicably cris-crossed palms this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and limitlessly enigmatic destiny, I wanted you to kiss me on my ravishingly titillating hair this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and vivaciously effulgent uncanniness, I wanted you to kiss me on my altruistically Spartan hands this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and eternally emancipating goodness, I wanted you to kiss me on my magnetically enticing shadow this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and indefatigably healing togetherness, I wanted you to kiss me on my blissfully rhapsodic throat this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and tirelessly proliferating mellifluousness, I wanted you to kiss me on my impeccably unimpeachable conscience this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and miraculously amalgamating truthfulness, I wanted you to kiss me on my unshakably blessed heart; this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and immortally Omnipotent love, And I wanted you to kiss me on my unsurpassably passionate nostrils this very moment; but like there going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and symbiotically humanitarian existence.