Making of a lover

Megha's World

becca-tapert-357529With your kohl-lined eyes
staring at me
giving me those
tantalizing looks
that lovers only give

those languid hands
lying bare
on my body
counting the freckles
for the millionth time
and giving a name
to each one for me

with a twinkle in your eyes
and passion dripping
from your cherry lips
it burns every
desire in me
and mocks
my free will

the honey-dipped voice
whispers those
sweet nothings
which can easily
calm a devil

your fingers
making a trail
in my hair
stores the thousand 
of these lazy

your chest heaving
and making a melody to mine
leaving a poem of our souls
deeply etched in time

they say
nothing can be done
if I sit around lazily
but with such an ease
you make a lover out of me.

Photo by Becca Tapert on Unsplash

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