Desire and love

Tresses of hair stroking her innocent face;

Smile that belie wound and angst:

Soul pierced by dejected and forgotten love buried deep down:

She will not let me enter her heart and soul;

Shoving me violently:

Contented to play with her body,

Gently caressing and kissing her belly,

Frustration gnaws on me:

Our bodies are intertwined together,

Yet our hearts and souls are stranger to each other.

Locking her hair in my fingers,

I stretch them to pain her.

Yet, she is resistant to hurt;

Nothing shall pain her or inject wound to her existence;

Never tired to tell me, you can do whatever you may with my body. It's all yours:

Don't ever think I will let you enter my heart.

We are linked through sheer intimacy and it stops abruptly as we penetrate each other;

What's the point of making love to her? I wonder;

I wave her good bye till she finds another forlorn lover, craving to touch every inch of her skin and breath;

Our hearts can never become one with universe,

No point in fulfilling each other's desire;

She shall remain a muse forever etched in my mind.

With love

V