A stoic yogi, you are to this world
My love, a disconnected recluse;
Only do I know, how your heart swings
Of sheer love, an epitome of abundance.
Ever so eager to be in amorous embrace
Anxious and expectant, yet reluctant,
I stand shy, even a bit scared
Of how I would melt in your grace.

To dance in unison as you lead
Retracing the path you guide me in,
To lose myself to your intimate lunacy
To become a part and parcel within.
Awaiting fervently, to be lost totally
Afraid to fathom what I would feel
When my Self is locked in just you,
As Your true Self, to me you no longer conceal.

When will you take me to the dance floor 🥰

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