I've been craving your skin under my lips.
The nectar of your kiss,
The irony of this bliss,
And the agony of your tricks.
We brushed off the hoards skeptics,
And turned our shoulders to the critics.
After everything we had been through,
I never thought you could do this.
YOU ARE READING
Beyond Manhattan
PoetryThis is a randomly assorted collection of some of my poems. Hope you enjoy :)