in purnama's radiant glare
gautama
toils the heat of lust seeking
before kamala's bedchambers
she
in all womanly manner
her
with arts of all mortal physical love
thus kamala swam in dance shredding the currents to his lost heart
mind
a man lost little boy
imprisoned by her divinely trained delicate charms
in prideful kingdom of
lust and love
conquers lost hosts devoid of spirited soul
a cage of gilded illusions
to keep out the inner
to keep in the subdued
ever lost in confinement
torrents of kisses blinds in purnama desired darkness to sight
only in scented touch and taste
chased in place with vivid desired sighs
kamala submits in sweet subdued seduction of capture
in youthful boyish haste
not quite fully man
truly no longer man
truly it is sweetness that only be given willingly
that is sweetest of all
truly it is the willing giving of pleasures
that is sweetest to every drop that is returned
with understanding of more than merely knowing
gautama rises seeing himself
siddharta
leaving in kamala
all that was gautama
man eternal
eternity of woman
not of against wills
purnama seemingly still
again stirs the tides
of lust and blood
to test again the resolution of purity
from veiled bedchambers
and confined hearts
~third_eye @SHaYAP©
Source: in purnama's radiant glare
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