Warmth of your love,
Is so contagious,
That it makes me captive,
Of your body and soul,
It leaves no difference in you and me,
And now I don't want to get free,
Hold me tight in your arms,
And let me smell you with my sense,
Let me imprint my love on you,
And let my body be carved by you,
Let us mingle our souls,
To become one and whole.

©eshamahajan