The moles on you

Bedeck your sensuality

Starting from the one

On your nose tip

To the one's sprinkled on your chest

The crowning glory

Is the one your nipple

I stay there for a while

Soaking its ethereal beauty

As I course your curvaceous structure

I find few on your waist

Like twinkling stars

But when I see the one

Betwixt your petals

I become stunned

By its existence

I lift your thighs on my shoulders

And worship you

My Devi.

©LR