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The Aroma of Love
by Ananya Pattanayak
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  My breath is being fragranced
by the aroma of love so true.
The scent of first love that I inhale,
is indeed the essence of you.

The affair of the heart started
the moment I was touched by you.
Thereby all the dusky evenings
turned into bright coral hue.

Look into my peepers
They will tell you the unsaid,
the suppressed thirst for you
is transformed as twinkles in them.

So invigorating was your first gentle touch,
created through me several waves of passion.
Even today it leaves me intoxicated
as I dunk in your sensual infusion.

Your subtle grin and mystic eyes turning brown to green,
Your lovely face and comely grace,
the romantic you and the sweet nothings you say
leaves me glassy-eyed and heartbeats go astray.

I think of you every time I breathe,
As the summer breeze brushes my body,
I feel its you caressing me and
Whispering, I miss you too every moment my lady'.

I yearn for that tender touch again,
longing to bloom this time to the fullest form.
Every time I dream of you my body emanates sweet smell,
like the dry land after a rainstorm.

October 31 ,2004
More by :  Ananya Pattanayak
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