Take me back to the lake
Transport me with your touch
To the wooden banks
From which my feet suspend
Barely touching the cold below
Stand by me as I watch the ripples
Shine by the pale light of the moon
Softly gushing, with youthful gait
While the wind rustles the leaves
Take me home to my world
Of comfort, warm rugs and soft beds
Take me to your kisses
As I lay beside you in your arms
Gently move your fingers
Oh! Don't be still!
On the soft sands of the bank
While our bodies flow
Like the river beside
As the water gushes through the rocks The cool breeze brushes my cheeks
The bonfire keeps us warm
Through the playful night...
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The Gift Of Words
PoetryFeatured in the Reading List 'Poetry Collections' on the official Wattpad Anthologies Page #First Place at the Poetry Awards held by the Bridge Society! #Third Place at the Jungle Awards! The term 'Navras' in Sanskrit describes nine different emotio...
