May I close the windows that were open yet;
Spread the eiderdown, and arrange the pillows,
Of that translucent lamp that
Immerse me in a state of bashfulness?
When the delicate fingers of the moonlight
Caress the embroidered exquisite damask curtains
I will adore the smirk of the flowers burgeoning,
When the dewdrops embrace and kiss them.
When the chill wraps me, off the breeze coming
From the banks of the brooks of nectar
I will give away myself to him, as a present,
Forgetting everything, in that sweet passion.
The ethereal moments, these emotional spasms;
The asperity makes me pallid and sequestered.
I now possess your desires inside me
Like you have taken away, the thirst in my soul.
As the luster of the dewdrops on the lotus petal
As spring blossoms on a naked branch after winter
Ecstasy enthralled in us, and in a vision
A tide of happiness is raising its waves in the mind.
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ന്റെ റബ്ബേ........... ഇങ്ങള് പുലിയാണല്ലോ കുഞ്ഞുസ്സെ..............നമ്മള് ഒരു ശിശു ആണുട്ടാ... thanx for sharing dear..............
When the chill wraps me, off the breeze coming
From the banks of the brooks of nectar
I will give away myself to him, as a present,
Forgetting everything, in that sweet passion.
The ethereal moments, these emotional spasms;
The asperity makes me pallid and sequestered.
super kunjusse.
Thank you Aami. I am enthralled by that. Find time to go thru these when u get enough time. I appreciate your interest.
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