Saturday, 17 November 2018

The Lie



It was a lie, of course
That she didn't miss him
She did, every mili second of her existence
Was tuned to his thoughts


He wasn't the love she sought
He was the beast, she craved
He was the ultimate meat for her ripe flesh
The steamy hours of indulgence
The lingering ache, after he left
She did miss him, till date.



©LR



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