Crimson Lips And Lingering Desires Poem by Shakira Nandini

Crimson lips, the story they silently weave,
Of passions deep, and dreams they conceive.

A whisper of fire, a shade of delight,
Echoes of longing in the soft moonlight.

Desires awaken in the still of the night,
A gentle flame, neither wrong nor right.

Beauty's touch, a fleeting embrace,
In its shadow lies time's tender trace.

Silent language, a heart's gentle plea,
Lips like crimson, a tide like the sea.

Beyond their color, beyond their glow,
A story of yearning they subtly show.

In every curve, in every hue,
A tale of passion, forever new.