Let the evening melt in thy bosoms,
Let the stars blush one last time.
Behold! The crowd of jasmine blossoms,
Sway amuck to the breezy rhyme.

I pull thou close and kiss thy lips,
Let thy bosoms dance to the air.
I stare bibulous at bare thy hips,
As they waltz high on that chair.

The curtains dance to the intruding breeze,
The candle flame keeps flickering wide.
Open thy clothes and come at ease,
And sit all naked right beside.

Let me feel thy warmth each while,
And smell the essence of thy skin.
Let me gaze deep as thou smile,
And delve yet deeper in thy sin.

My man is stern and waits to chase,
The woman inside thy cryptic hole.
There's grave darkness yet a face,
Carrying the silhouette of my soul.

I've poured my seeds and thus thou soar,
And bear the fruit of my soul.
Moments captured behind the door,
Will fete the joy as a concealed whole.
© Dipanjan