
their fragrance stirring unnamed desires”
Today, as in days long gone by,
my manicured garden bore forth
white jasmines
their fragrance stirring unnamed desires
in the hearts of strangers
as I adorned my hair.
But the insipid white of purity
left me unstirred
till you grazed your hand
plucking and tucking a wild rose instead,
splashing red
in the serene silvery moonlight,
to fire my love
with tempestuous desires
of forbidden passions
when you crushed me to your breast,
leaving me breathless
as you mingled
once again with the crowd.
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Beautiful…….it stirs some long lost yearnings of the heart…