His breath I yearn
His hands, that cold burn
His eyes dissecting my every turn
Locking us in a whirlwind, upturned!
But there is this secret I hide
Kept away on the inside, oh so sly
Jealousy hinging on every try
Keeping you always at my side!
Playing an apt game, to and fro
Hidden pleasure on the beautified field
Bringing all that we ever need, superstitiously freed
Reaching both our inner willed seeds!
© Chriselda Barretto