You yearn for lewdness
I am enamored of words.
You have teeming desires
I'm soulfully in love.
While you trace the curves of my body,
I dive deep into your soul.
When you fall harder for lust
I rise more in pure love.
You say your love language is physical touch,
while I'm too lost writing love letters.
You want to crash to the club,
while I dream of deep talks.
You want to grab my waist,
I fantasize holding hands.
While you want me to be flawless,
I define you as imperfectly perfect.
We aren't same my dear
and will never be.
Ridhi Pandey
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken
PoetryThese are the things I never said, these are words that are still unread. Pain in my eyes and a broken soul, but I still play the happy role.
