Oh bliss, my morning never goes without being impregnated with a desire for you.
with strong hopes that my day would bring you to life,
and the soothing embrace from my arms,
would be a home you will never want to kiss goodbye.
The red hot flames from my craving heart,
consumes my mind all day,
and the thick fluid of desire trickling down my eyes,
lubricates the wheels of my feet,
keeping the pursuit of You alive.
Though I sometimes think of you as one to all who seek you,
yet you are such an enigma,
appearing to all in diverse shades and colors.
To an alluring damsel deeply submerged in fantasies of love,
you are nothing but the magical appearance of a Prince charming.
To a rapist, who lurks in the dark for a victim,
you are nothing but a moment of sensual horrendous pleasure.
To a mother,
you are nothing but the glitter and sheen carefully knitted on her baby's face.
To me, you are so many things,
yet just one.
Finding you in strangest of places,
makes you such a mystery,
and on the board game of life,
you are the perfect piece that completes every other.
Oh bliss, where art thou?
My day has grown so weary,
and the swirling waves of gloom,
further engulf my world,
as the creepy voice of the night,
echoes louder.
Oh bliss, unveil thyself!
Through the gracefulness of your steps,
transmute the gloomy countenance on my day.
and through the vigor of your downpour,
Quench my thirst for bliss...
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