Monsoon

Fingertips

Water drips

Slinky tongue

Tasting young

Chilly breeze

Makes us freeze

Warmer breath

The only wealth

A pirouette in every perturbed puddle

Poor water ripples seem in a muddle

Where the wind's tender embrace

Brought the hiding sun to disgrace

And our jolly, frisky spirits

Turned us both to carefree bandits

Caresses

In my tresses

Light bites

On my body sites

Fond squeeze

With expertise

You give me bliss

Enclosed in a kiss.

Reviews

[Saddam]

Chilly breeze
Makes us freeze
Warmer breath
The only wealth.

Happy monsoon dear. A very interesting play of good words. I can feel better your every word. We are the barsati.

[akihsna]

Awn thank you for your review!
Just too bad I'm an islander where there's only two seasons. I'd so love to witness a good monsoon one day though! Anyway, hail barsati!

[Saddam]

Same to you dear, hail mansoon(barsat-hindi word)