He woke up each morning beside me, in my dreams
with starry eyes; gruff- hoarse voice
and breath like the sweet sticky candy and floss.
With every bite of my lips I tasted his aroma
that reminded me of the delicate musk, deep in the woods.
His wobbly words and broken sentences
mixed with the rhythm of a yawn and a heave;
sounded much like the music in my morning prayers.
And as i pulled the curtains back
I saw the sun rise in his eyes.
His wry smile that sat perfectly
on his stale morning face drew every nerve of mine to itself.
And as my throbbing heart fell in perfect sync with his powerful thrusts,
both collapsed in that split second of divinity.
His hands still clenching my body.
I lay beneath him.
He under the white messy sheets,
and us- ending the incomplete act of the previous night!
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Azure...A collection of emotions
PoetryWhen you lose someone, you try to remember that last time you saw them. and most of the times it is a blurry memory, because at that time you had no idea it would be the last...
