DREAM

Alone I sleep,

In the dream, I do a lot with you

To begin with,

I have a glance at your wonderful face and then,

A soft and deft touch on your hands

Kiss is inevitable on your eyes,

Eyelashes and cheeks

But how could I lock your lips with mine?

For, I fear their wear and tear

Yet, I do that for purest honey

How much fame can bring such peace

And how much money

Then the bosoms mighty

And shallow navel’s beauty

Should I move down dear?

The words would be filthy

So I'd better stop here