sharing.....

I can not see you

You burn inside my deep blue eyes!!

The brush sleeps.

Colours freeze into meltless ice.

When he paints you,

You bring drought to the canvas

You bring famine to his fantasy.

But, in a cold cold day

In the dark, dense fog

With juvenile droplets hitting his forehead,eyebrows and nose!!

Hair softly drenched,

With wet wet hands,

Oh! when he paints me...

I can bring flood in his canvas

I can break his easel into pieces!

I can turn Pink into Blue

I can make all deep,deep Red.

I can make him perspire in rain,

I can make him paint again and again.

If you have diamonds,

I have my curves.

If you have your fabrics,

I have my exhibiting sizes.

If you have your status,

I have my softness.

If you live your privileges

With high head in a broad daylight,

I have my prided appetite for the night.

If you have a very huge castle,

I have my very colourful brothel.

If your skin smell flowers,

My orgasm has fragrances.

I can not see you

You burn inside my deep red eyes,

You pain in my love-hungry breasts.