The only thing my tongue wants to taste is the heaven in your mouth.
The only thing my skin craves for
Is the warm touch of your bare fingers.
But what kind of love is it?
When your mouth already tastes of the girls before me,
When your skin has touched hundreds of layers of skin before,
I want you clean, not dirt cleaned
But cleaned of your old love.
-Nupur Dua
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Devoted to the demons inside
PoetryMy demons were scraping the hell out of me, haunting my skull like never before. They didn't permit me to live, they screamed even more when I wanted to die. Sadness was all over me, adorning my heart's scars painfully. And very soon, darkness would...
