Freshly bathed hair,
The aroma travelling through air,
Reaching my passionate heart to cheer,
On the edge like a dew, droplets of water

Face like a freshly bloomed rose,
Water still dripping on your nose,
And your still wet toes,
Even the sun would've been shy when it rose.

No perfume can match you aroma on earth,
Never have I experienced such since birth.
Which will follow me to heaven or to hell,
Such is my devotion, a story you can tell.

I wish to flow like water, starting from face,
Dripping through the shape of your grace.
To wander freely, unbound and true,
Feeling every part, intimately anew.

I want to rule your every part,
from head to toe to your deep heart.
To become one with your soul,
Will be my eternal howl.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind