My amorousness knows no leaps and bounds. It starts and ends with your moans…
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…
Vanilla
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…
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…