My man is my religion
My religion is my faith
But I'd make love
Rather than belief.
His delayed gratification will be the reason of my death
I envy his strength
For I got no relief
And he can so easily live without me.
He is so divine, I'm scared
That I'll love my god
But in my generation
It's not wrong.
His features are designed by god
So slick and sleek
Everytime when he starts to speak
The ground slips under my feet.
Those hands possess powers
That pretty face could be stared at for hours
His voice is godly itself
I'm nothing but just his prowess.
He is the embodiment of karma
Never interested in drama
You haven't seen my man
If he wishes, he can kill my clan.
YOU ARE READING
tears on my scars.
Puisipoetry from the times when i feel dead and alive. i hear the shadows whispering, i feel the inaudible trembling, unwilling to believe, too true to disbelief. -aish
