Come My Beloved With Your Fragrant Whisper Poem by Dev Anand

Waiting for the fragrance
of a flower spray through
my softly, tenderly short and curlies,
waiting for the touch of my beloved
on my beautiful array of curves

I am lost in self pondering looks
waiting for the words uttered
so beautiful and romantic.

Come my beloved I pray,
with your fragrant whisper.

The more closer the more
beautiful I become..

(Graphic: Tridha_Choudhury_-_Kolkata_2014-01-19_6081.JPG)