Every time I speak to you
You provide me with a new muse
A muse for creative imagination
Thereby staving off my mundane existence.
An existence seeking symbolic significance amongst engrossing realities
Every time I converse with you
I wish to escape into solitude
To soak in your essence
Every time I interact with you
I get sucked in the vortex of your elusive charms
A gravitational pull to your sensitivity,
Religiously enshrining your smooth persona
Marring me at intervals with your calls
Mind digresses towards amorous thoughts
The geographical distance emboldens me to flirt with you at the most!
Every time I hear your voice
I want to embrace silence
To replay your euphonious voice which moistens me with lingering fragrance
Tried disassociating
Unfortunately your pampering goodness pulls me back
It’s not because of the mummifying compliments That you shower that has embezzled my heart
It's you.
I guess we are already in the honeyed trap.
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