just the right nooks
and crevices of my body,
To touch them, pinch them,
breathe hot and cold air around them.
To turn me on like
no one else does

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"Heavy, incessant rain has flooded every street of Mumbai. There have been reports of massive landslides in Idduki; death toll rising."
The reporter screamed into her wet mic.
Loud shouts and wails heard in the background.
Somewhere, in a luxurious five-star hotel, a woman smirked, covered in soap and sipping her delicious wine.

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You turn my naïve
thoughts into dark,
wild fantasies.
So much so that
whenever I look at him,
I feel my insides drip.
//Captioned.

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String of butterflies rummaging
through the stomach,
which can make anyone's day.

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My favourite place to travel,
being inside you.

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A poem from both her and his perspective.
Head on to the caption to read.

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who left so soon for the deathly
hallows that lie beneath,
It's the hour of your nightly visit.
Is it such a difficult promise to keep?

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What is odd, even?
Is it
The absence of sunshine?
Perhaps, yes,
It's odd for me.
//Caption.

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I turn the entire house upside down,
But met with nothing but a frown.
The taste of lemon and almond butter cookies linger,
On the margins of my finger.

//Caption.

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you have least expected it to.
It is when feelings get lost
In the dense labyrinthine forest.
And become a parasitic host
Upon your overzealous frail mind.

//Caption.

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