Meeting You

by Rupradha Mookerjee

Meeting you after eighteen long weeks
I was so spellbound to see you,
My heartbeats were running blind
My lips sealed in the thrill ever new!
My eyes were fixed at your vibrant face,
Your dark eyes so intense with amour,
So appealing, so out of this world,
I could hardly take my eyes away from yours!

The red t-shirt suits you so much,
The hair was perfectly styled with gel,
Amazing were your brownish pink lips,
Oh they made me thirsty like hell.
The vodka wasn’t going down my throat
As I yearned to drink from your warm lips,
But, as always, I controlled my feelings,
As I could never afford losing our friendship.

When your alluring voice invaded my ears,
It swept me off my feet right away
It took me into the world of restless fantasies
Where we complement each other in every way.
Am eagerly awaiting the upcoming week,
When you will be again in our own city,
Meeting you is not any time pass or hobby
Meeting you is my greatest passion, my priority!

26-Jul-2011

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Comments on this Poem

Thank you so much for your wonderful comments KumarJi & Prafulla Ji. I have made the change as you suggested Prafulla Ji! :-)

rupradhamookerjee
28-Jul-2011 04:58 AM

18 appears shorter in comparison to eighteen plz look into this point if u like .any way passion makes one courageous to express feelings straightway.A daring outpouring.

PRAFULLA SAHU
27-Jul-2011 23:30 PM

Every word in your youthful composition is coated with passion. May the upcoming week be tumultous!

Kumarendra Mallick
27-Jul-2011 19:02 PM