Every tangible and intangible portion of my lips; had solely and nothing else but her compassionately igniting kisses written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their sordidly impoverished periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my skin; had solely and nothing else but her Omnipotently rekindling caresses written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its diminutively trembling periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my brain; had solely and nothing else but her timelessly enthralling fantasies written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its pathetically victimized periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my palms; had solely and nothing else but her majestically Omnipresent destiny written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their penuriously staggering periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my chest; had solely and nothing else but her indefatigably unconquerable sensuality written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its traumatically slavering periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my veins; had solely and nothing else but her perpetually ameliorating camaraderie written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their deplorably divested periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my eyes; had solely and nothing else but her irrefutably candid reflection written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their parsimoniously shattered periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my tongue; had solely and nothing else but her inexhaustibly bountiful melody written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its inexplicably devastated periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my neck; had solely and nothing else but her unendingly emancipating magnetism written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its pathetically quavering periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my chin; had solely and nothing else but her timelessly delectable nibbles written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its drearily subjugated periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my ears; had solely and nothing else but her perennially mellifluous sounds written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their frigidly besmirched periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my shoulders; had solely and nothing else but her Omnipresently mitigating philanthropism written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their infinitesimally pulverized periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my shadow; had solely and nothing else but her tantalizingly ravishing whisper written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its irascibly fidgeting periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my armpits; had solely and nothing else but her infallibly persevering sweat written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their miserably floundering periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my throat; had solely and nothing else but her eternally liberating melody written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its ethereally parched periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my feet; had solely and nothing else but her indomitably fathomless adventure written and rewritten an infinite times; all
over their lugubriously obsolete periphery,Every tangible and intangible portion of my conscience; had solely and nothing else but her flames of unassailably everlasting truth written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its transiently extinguishing periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my impression; had solely and nothing else but her perpetually insuperable signature written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its nimbly fluttering periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my nostrils; had solely and nothing else but her Omnisciently ever-pervading breath written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its fervently tiny periphery,
And every tangible and intangible portion of my heart; had solely and nothing else but her Immortally unshakable love written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its compassionately throbbing periphery .
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You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 10
שיריםThis Book which has 40 differently titled Poems is actually Part 10 of the Book titled - You die; I die - Love Poems ( 1600 pages ) . Poems symbolizing the immortality of love and at times its fickleness. Parekh takes the reader through a paradise n...