Very quiet intimate moments.
We know not where we are destined
We desire not to know when it ends.
We do share some private feelings.
We developed trust for each other slowly
We do stop awhile gently
only to share, some deep desires.
I remember everything that is sweet & sour...
Every time we reach out for moments that was ours..
I have collected all souvenirs along the way
I have them in my memory & in my diary
Memories that fuel this journey...
Memories that ignite the path
Memories that saved all along
Memories that will last long.
For someday this path will end.
Like all good things in life.
Then I must walk alone in silence
With loads of souvenirs in mind
Images of your womanhood
That you regular upload.
Inviting response proudly
Smiling inside gently.
Memories of your smiling lips.
Memories if your dancing eyes.
Memories of your swaying hairs..
Under yellow light they softly glow
Spreading a mysterious halo....
Your gentle caring loving heart,
caring in such an honest way.
And a brilliant grown-up mind,
which is still like a child, it does play...!
Memories of our clandestine journey
along that hidden path
will always be cherished & toasted
As I calculate the differential Math
Exploring reasons as why we parted.......
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