A poem of love, infatuation, and sex.
Your thoughts taste like a burning wick That turn my modesty into cinders. I dream of you, bare and shy Your skin, as warm as winter afternoon. Your eyes so casual like a child’s play, I think of you till sleep lulls me into nothing. I imagine you in corner […]
Love is not enough Not always does it suffice The blossoms of the orchid seem dull When the forbidden entice. The taste of it – bitter sweet Temptation beguiles until yielded The softness of its surface itches Until with softness of your lips sealed with. Let not virtue interfere In […]