You smelt good,
Sometimes like vanilla,
Sometimes like jasmine;
Jasmine, I love jasmine.
There are parts of us,
Very Vanilla like;
But when we get down to
Doing it, It’s not Vanilla at all…
Inked conversations…
Once you ink yourself
There is no is going back;
Same as once you make
The first touch, every day;
Touches to the kisses,
Kisses to the warm naked hugs,
When we make love,
It’s our tattoos does
All the talking, Ink on ink,
They have their own kinks…
Strangers
“And do keep in touch, don’t be a stranger…” She said
“You are being one…” I said.
Then she flew; far far away
Leaving so many conversations
Which never started.
The next time we met,
Our hands touched,
Our fingers talked,
Conversations and lust took over
The contours of each other’s
Unknown territories leaving
No strangers behind…
Love that liberates ❤
When I think of You;
I see you flying high
And far, chasing dreams
That will weave a better
Tomorrow for us.
When I think of You;
I see you rising and
Liberated, going to places
And exploring life.
When I think of You;
I see you, coming back
Home to me and
Liberating each other…
This one is for Maya Angelou ❤ — https://youtu.be/cbecKv2xR14
Coming home…
You coming home,
Is the best thing
That happens in
Windows of time.
I love that
Home reminds you
Of Me and that
Is all that matters…
Standstill…
I was standing still
And time was passing by,
At a lightning speed;
I wanted to grab it
And ask, “What’s the hurry?”
Time might say,
“The show must go on…”
But I didn’t,
I was standing still
And time was passing by…