NON-PLUSSED..

Hark ! Is that the tinkling of her anklet or
The rippling of the waves, or the chirping of sea birds;
Or the vibrant tone of the bowstrings
On the bow of Cupid, or is it the
Fluttering sound of my beloved’s laughter?

Day dreams are burgeoning;
Desires are filling up in the mind’s cavern;
Nectar is flooding up through the veins;
Alabaster bosom with the fragrance of
Sandalwood Is pulsating with suppressed passions…
The smell… The intoxicating smell of a woman
Enhanced the charisma of that evening.

Nerves are entwining and entangling,
And dancing like mating snakes with their
Hoods spread out, in rhythmic oscillation.
The flowers of my ecstasies are enfolding you.
The alluring fragrance of a woman’s body
Added untold delights to that evening.
Is it a vision or a dream or a hallucination?
I can’t decipher, but one thing I am assured;
It was your fragrance that permeated there!