When you lie down on the bed and you try to sleep
When you feel you are all alone and dreams start to creep
You take the quilt, till it just bares your waist
You tend to ignore, probably in that haste
A hush of the breeze when blows through your face
You clinch your fist and the quilt you embrace
A slight movement in your lips as if you know I’m there
Those fluttering of your eyelids, a sight so rare
When you lie down like this in a state of trance
The luckiest being the breeze that can take the chance
It rustles through your neck & hisses down the spine
You shiver with that sense, a touch so divine
Clinching on the quilt you embrace your body close
The fragrance of the musk, or was it jasmine or the rose
With the smell of the love, your breadth gains the pace
With folded hands on your bosom, the heartbeat starts to race
You deny the touch of the breeze and tend to turn to the left
Your midriff tends to expose and visible through the cleft
Now you can’t take it anymore and turn to the right
And losing the quilt, oh what a memorable sight
You know you are in love, still deny the all known fact
Deny the breeze that touches you and tries to interact
That breeze is me and nobody else
To my face you always say a NO
And when you are fast asleep
Why I could hear a YES in that NO?
