Lover in my soul

You are so predictable my love

That your touch is no longer balm,

I know the spots your fingers will touch

And the areas that will feel your palm.

I miss those days of wonder

And the anticipation of regions unknown,

What would you help me discover

In the deep recesses of the body I own!

Now I know all in my heart

So I long for moments that I stole,

My senses heightened by danger

That you may discover the lover in my soul.

~Sumaitri~