Your breath on my neck,
that's what comes to mind...
your nose passing my shoulder...
that's what I crave for,
wishing to just become one,
praying to meet you soon...
and give you my soul...
and give you my heart...
and give you my body...
"Let's have sex",
"let's hang out tonight"
"Let me get inside you"
That's all I hear around me,
That's all they ask me at night...
but my soul craves something more...
"Let's meet"
"Let's explore each other's mind"
"Let me meet your true self" ...
Evoking the long past,
watching my little me moan...
craving for eternal love
and momentainly connect...
with all the ones who tricked her...
but no one like him...
like him there will be no one...
One day will appear the one,
the one destined to see me,
with every inch of skin,
with every drop of fluid...
it will appear the one...
That will love me as I am,
and make me his own
even without asking for it...
but rather feel his every part...
combining my own self,
melting in an eternal flame
and I recall his name,
as I look his smile,
as I feel his scent,
as I feel his touch,
as I feel him inside me...
The one who's meant for me...
For love and nothing more...
One day will appear the one,
and I'll will shout his name,
full of ecstasy, full of joy,
full of desire, full of cum...
full of love and a bright smile.
- Madhavi...
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Millimetric Block.
PoetryThe Phoenix Madhavi rises in her latest publication. A raw look into the heart and the rebirth of it through the cycles of life. Hope, desire, lust, and loss dance across the page, with vivid descriptions to inspire the imagination. Few works captur...
