His arms encircle me,
I feel like a pearl enclosed in a shell.
It seems the ship,
Has finally reached its destination.
I put my face against his chest,
Loving the feel of
His heartbeats,
Seemingly firm, steady & dependable.
I lift my face to receive,
His kiss.
A voice whispers,
Have you forgotten,
Ships never stay at one place?
Journey is their destination.
You fool,
Thinking of a transient array as a destination!
Oh! His kiss is divine.
Again, I choose to press my trembling lips
To his.
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