When we cuddle,
I traverse your curves.
The ups and downs
Resemble our relationship.
The climbs and the falls,
Drive me towards you more.
Your curves, as perfect as it is;
Is my paradise, I begin and end there…
Part of Me Become in You
Part of me in you that I love
Is the reason I look up to
Tomorrow morning;
When I find you next to me,
In my bed, with that lazy smile.
When you sleep on my chest,
The whole world calms down;
that’s also why I love you…
Woman Who Bleeds for Me
It’s that time of the month,
Lots of cramps, pain and blood.
If it was up to me,
I would have swapped the pain,
With me you for a month;
So we take turns and make it easy for you.
All I can do now,
Is to cuddle and rub your belly…
Sailing on…
A ship in harbor is safe;
But, what’s not why they are built for.
Standing there, gloriously;
Taking the whole storm in;
When you are stuck between
The devil and the sea;
You chose to set course,
To sail on with me…
All yours…
When you say “All yours”;
I am content with the dreams we saw,
Hugs we exchanged, kisses we stole,
Lunches we shared,
Snuggles under your blanket.
Can’t wait for more…
Waking Up with You!
Finding you asleep on my chest
Is the best feeling ever.
Planting a kiss on your forehead,
Ogling your glorious bum,
Squeezing your perfect bosom,
What a start of a day…
Lipstick…
Matte finish on your lips;
Just drives up my hunger.
When your lips part
To make ways for our tongues;
To get into this dance
Of equal rhythm and wildness
The silence breaks with
Upcoming hickeys and moans…
Muscle Memory
With the all the biting and the hickeys,
My mouth knows the amount of
Pain you can take in.
My hands know where it tickles you;
My legs know when it’s going to cramp you;
My body knows when you are going to convulse…
Long strokes…
Our short story had long strokes;
You and your hair on top me,
Moving slow and steady
My nails marking my territory
You, trembling to breathe;
Me, going deep down;
Us, sweating like the monsoon;
Quivering long strokes quench the hunger…
Cozy up over tea…
Cozy up over tea, with every sip;
Hundreds of moments were born.
It wasn’t the tea, It was you;
And me and our lust…