welcome to my soul

Experiences and not just perceives,

by visual sense organs

not only sex but moves his fingers

over my body as if locating his own city,

marking out his favorite destinations,

experiences this masterpiece,

and observes its details,

with an urge to touch it

and a bit by bit keeps the memoirs

of each perfect details of this masterpiece afresh to his experiences forever,

with all these hopes, I begin decorating my dreams,

awaiting to see the serene beauty of the moon in the dark

after the gleaming beauty of the sun the light,

and then,

like a summer breeze stroking my hair, you come,

like the warmth of the fire on cold winter nights, you stay close,

like a traditional home made food by my mother, whose tastes forever lingers in my mouth, you stay,

treating me like a perfect art I am,

here I welcome you home.