Wednesday, 4 December 2019

It's you, only you


And you don't even know
How much
And in how many ways
I indulge with you 
On my mind
Everyday

I keep imagining you
Running my hands down your spine
I rest my hands on your waist
And draw you closer to me
Inhaling the fragrance of your moist tresess
And we stand rooted 
At one place

Your breath blending with mine
My intentions become sullied
But I don't proceed
For I wish to frame us in my reverie

You are everything
I have ever desired
I try to enclasp you in my hunger
But I realize
I can never be satiated
When it's you.

©LR

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