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An Ode to Coronavirus and Love

An Air Warrior who has published over a100 short stories and 10 books on fiction including 6 novels, and 4 books on military history.

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The beginning

Covid-19 led to quarantine. This could not be helped but 30 days cooped up were made memorable by a companion. 30 days then began to feel too short and anybody would not have minded an extension when you have the best whiskey, wine, and food with you and a beautiful girl. This poem is a dedication to my companion for 30 short days when we never left the house and just worked, ate, cooked, and drank rare scotch. It was simply beautiful

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Love is the Lord Krishna's Gift

The government cracked the whip,

All were confined to a quarantine.

For some it was terrible but for me;

A lovely muse made the confinement a dream.

She came without a suitcase no spare clothes;

She had sparkling eyes and together we drank wine and whiskey

I loved her lips when they were wet with the Macallan,

And became the mahogany shade of the whiskey;

Igniting a wild desire.

And I tasted the malt from her lips

I loved her eyes which flashed in the room,

A wild desire overtaking me.

I loved her eyes when she blinked and sipped the elixir;

Lighting a passionate fire.

I loved her arms bare and white

not as strong as mine.;

Yet she embraced and held on

I loved her hair when the strands scattered as she shook her head

I loved her more and kissed her face

Day and night became one,

The lord Krishna blessed;

So dear Sue her sweet and warm wet mouth,

with taste of whiskey and wine.,

brought a fervor the entwined,

body and soul became one.

She Clasped me close in young arms,

It was night or day didn’t matter.

Enclosed in a prison of love her lips were wet with wine

And red with a wild desire;

I loved her eyes flashing as ever;

a passionate fire was lit.

I loved her arms white and smooth

she touches me in a fond embrace;

I love her hair which fall on me

as she kisses again and again.

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She has given me a lot and loves freely

she laughs living in the present,

Her body so young and warm in my arms,

It sets my poor heart aflame.

So, kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,

Still fragrant with ruby wine,

And say with a fervor with arms,

and make life worth living;

with the joy of supernatural love.

She kissed me sweet with her warm wet mouth,

Still tasting of wine and whiskey,

All I could say was,

Clasp me in your arms, crush me with strength;

Make me breathless: let me worship your body.

Outside there is curfew but I don’t mind with Sue for company

As she is mine. The temples of Khajuraho beckon

Shiva and Shakthi emerge in me and my love,

It leads to a ride in heavens with star so close.

I loved your eyes that,

Lit the passionate flame.

I love your arms when the warm white flesh

Touches mine in a fond embrace;

I love your hair when the strands enmesh

Your kisses against my face.

So, kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,

Still fragrant with ruby wine,

And say with a fervor;

That your body and soul are mine.

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Last Word

These are just a few verses I wrote on the spur of the moment. I have no pretense to be a poet but its good to Express my thoughts . Cheers!

Comments

MG Singh emge (author) from Singapore on November 30, 2020:

Mary, it's a pleasure you commented

Mary. Gomenzies on November 30, 2020:

I loved reading this article and in particular the poem. Hope you have adjusted now to the changed circumstances.

MG Singh emge (author) from Singapore on June 18, 2020:

Flourish, so sweet of you to have commented. Yes I have a ache.

FlourishAnyway from USA on June 18, 2020:

This is a warm and heartfelt verse. I hope you share this with Sue. It’s too good to hide from her.

MG Singh emge (author) from Singapore on June 08, 2020:

Pamela, thank you for commenting, yes memories die hard

Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on June 08, 2020:

Your poem is certainly beautiful. It sounds like that month you spent with the young woman was almost a dream come true. You certainly had a glorious month, MG.

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