Pressed against his body,
His breath smouldering her neck,
She felt his flower growing,
Impatient,
Wanting,
Growing,
Then melting like sweet honey,
Wetting her wedding sari,
Leaving a broad stain,
And a sweet smell;
Souvenir of a first caress
In a hotel elevator .
Anita Bacha
Writer’s note: The honeysuckle is a sweet smelling flower that grows in bush in many parts of the world. The pink honeysuckle that we find in Japan is the symbol of the bond of love between husband and wife. It also symbolizes devotion, fidelity and generosity.
Beautiful poem and thank you for explaining about the flower too
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Joyeuse et heureuse fête de fin d’année 2018
Amie poètesse
Peace and Free 2019 to all
to You ma chère amie Anita
🙂
Avec toute mon amitié
A bientôt 🙂
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Happy New Year to you too my dear friend and poet
My fondest wishes for a perfect year full of blessings and joy
🎉🌸💗🌸🎉
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Beautiful 💕
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Thank you for the feedback.
I love ❤️
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This one is in depth.. if you got the message…!
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Thank you for choosing to comment on this post.
I understand what you mean.
I think 🤔 it’s very naughty.
This poem figures in my new poetry book INK but edited. I thought,may be, a few readers may be extra sensitive.
Thank you once more for reading.
🌸🌷🌸
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It’s not naughty.. Can’t say that.. But a new way of expression…!
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Sorry 😐 not your comment!
The poem, I meant!
Your comment is most welcome.
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No no.. thats what i am saying.. the poem is not naughty 😅
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