220.Doors Closed

The maiden wishes to rest
On her lovers chest
To hear his soft voice ring
Sweet nothing in her ears
And set her cheeks ablaze
In hues of deep crimson red
With his arms around her waist
Lips raining passionate kisses.

She longs for his his touch
She longs for his hungry caresses
She  searches for him
Only to be jarred from sleep
To find herself on the floor
Clinging to her pillow
And crumpled sheet
With doors closed by destiny.

By Binita Jha