Friday, 7 November 2014

Pursued pursuer...

My search for love starts and end with you…for your presence is too good to be true
Weighing on my mind ever since we have crossed pathways...fallen have I from grace
Patented in luring colors as I fantasize you in your undisguised demeanour, my heart stops dead
Dazed in your smokey persona as I inch towards you in poetic musings…all that you have exercised is terminally escape
But one day for sure you will succumb to my sensuality which blazes for you
As the pursued pursuer is all set with aspirated rawness to consume you...
Not just with a pouting kiss not with a fellatio
But to drench you in mutinous splendors of lustful love which make you mine forever...








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