Warm sigh on your neck
While I play with
The strands of your hair.
I want to stay buried in
Your touch while you
Complain about your day
At work.
I want to recite to you a
Romantic poem written
By a rogue poet to
Tell you how I wish to write
Something that great
But unable to pen down.
All I want is, to trace
Back every romantic
Thought of mine to your
Presence. Or absence.
Might sound like a bogus
Fantasy of a hopeless poet.
Come to me once,
I'll show you-
How the warmth of
My thoughts,
Down your creases,
Can make you melt.
Shower of my passion
To invoke a desire
Can make you wet.