Poetry

1. THE MAIN CULPRIT
Your voluptuous eyes were the ones that stole my sight; rendered me wholesomely
blinded and staring unrelentingly at your stupendous visage,
Your luscious lips were the ones that stole my taste; tumultuously evoking me to only
nibble passionately at their rubicund outline,
Your dainty hands were the ones that stole all my Herculean muscle and power;
conjuring me to hold them every unfurling second on the sunlit day; marathon hours
of the freezing night,
Your ravishing hair was the one that stole my senses; drowning me profoundly in the
ocean of their mesmerizing fragrance,
Your poignant nails were the ones that stole my ability to scratch; driving me into a
state of uncontrollable frenzy as they tantalizingly stroked their way through my
scalp,
Your tinkling feet were the ones that stole my stride; compelling me to kneel in timid
obeisance; revering and worshipping them incessantly,
Your scintillating teeth were the ones that stole my ungainly laughter; left me in a
spell bound stupor; as I inexorably admired them in the moonlit shades of midnight,
Your velvety shadow was the one that stole my entity; making me thoroughly
oblivious to each of my surroundings; victimized and enchanted by its supremely
mystical grace,
Your fabulous skin was the one that stole my blood; making it abysmally freeze in my
veins as I caressed your heavenly flesh,
Your majestic aura was the one that stole my memory; made me deviate from even
the most rigid of my thoughts; perpetuating me to dream of nothing else but your
captivating countenance,
Your immaculate ears were the ones that stole all my sensation to hear; making me
stone deaf to the most volatile of explosion; as I sweetly suckled your ravishingly
dangling and crimson lobes,
Your delectable neck was the one that stole my prowess to turn; riveting my face
intransigently towards your tawny cheeks,

2. Your melodious voice was the one that stole my ability to speak; made me perpetually
dumb; overwhelmingly lost in the celestial cadence of its sound; the blissful fervor in
its tunes,
Your innocuous birth mark was the one that stole my destiny; as my life solely
followed its enamoring contours; blended itself completely with its form and color,
Your tangy tears were the ones that stole my reflection; making me admire the
astounding beauty of the world which they encapsulated; the unfathomable empathy
which they explicitly reflected,
Your vivacious stomach was the one that stole my hunger; made me emancipate my
demonish gluttony; as I pressed my head against it with each of its ingratiatingly
rhythmic rise and fall,
Your incomprehensibly moist breath was the one that stole my life; making me a
diligent slave of the seductive aroma that you exhaled infinite number of times in a
single day,
But your heart was the main culprit of them all; as its every palpable beat stole my
flamboyantly fiery desire; stole all the love I had; stole all the love I could ever give .