Carnal Confluence

by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar

Two rivulets swirl separately.

With watery stagnation
Lovely longings keep surging
Unleashing the volcanic passion

In a coveted confluence

Of mutual consent of mute lovers

Love making is a soothing art

An endearing game

Mutually played by either of players

On well-beaded beds

Stretched in familial ways.

In the act of love meither is a loser;
The pair emerges as a winner
Of mingled pleasure!

Love cums and culminates
In the amorous arms with an aroma
Of peace and bliss,

All feel now
Relieved with a euphoric sigh;

Their lurid lusts die down,

All woes and worries
Melting down in the blue ocean
Of deep red romance,

Healthily consummated
On the carnal confluence of souls!

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Comments on this Poem

Thank you so much Moloy Da.....!!!! Hope you would be overwhelming me like this with your appreciable comments....

bhaskaranandjhabhaskar
13-Jul-2013 04:15 AM

simply outstanding............

MOLOY BHATTACHARYA
13-Jul-2013 03:45 AM