Friday, January 15, 2016

The lone strand…

I wish you could be my first kiss ever,
Like I always wanted to steal your soul.
My heartbeats hopped out of my heart,
When your slumped lips smiled at me.

I am utterly restless to make you mine,
And I can see movement of your stroppy legs.

We both know, it lies deep down inside us,
It can only end with a contented morning.

A morning wrapped us in one white sheet,
With essence of night we owed together.

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