Awed am I, when you In your radiance, greets My dulled ambience Your Fingers deftly move In between, weaving As if a silk string attached Roping me in, intricately Echoing a metaphorical Shibari To which I, willing Give in
Give in
Awed am I, when you In your radiance, greets My dulled ambience Your Fingers deftly move In between, weaving As if a silk string attached Roping me in, intricately Echoing a metaphorical Shibari To which I, willing Give in
Soare 