You always hand over the good things first here is my laughter, here is my confidence, here is the part of me I think is cute and worth loving.

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I wish I would have

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Sheets are covered in our nightly sin
It's our pounding and moaning that resonates deep within.The sweet liquid residue still lingering on my lips the sonic side too still tingling between my hips Emerging from my squishy flesh that slurpy luscious sound With every stroke of your tongue A memory so profound Oh!How you drowned me in your lust I'm losing it but winning Behind the blackness from my eyes I still see you playfully grinning taking all of you in Under the sheets that are covered in our nightly sin.

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Isn't it weird to miss someone you haven't met, well I do miss you a lot.I wish you were there to hug me on cold nights and to make some morning coffees.I wish you were there to help me find the perfect dress to wear on my birthday and to select the best restaurant.I will love you regardless if you like pineapple on pizza, or if you hate marvel or if you consider bunny and naina as the ideal relationship.
It pains me sometime to watch the rain alone knowing you're doing the same, somewhere.It's lonely to watch the sun go down everyday without you to watch it with.It breaks me sometime to not have your chest to put my head on.But I guess you are lost and searching for me too, its okay love we will find each other soon.
One day when I am crossing the street I'll catch your eye or maybe I'll be that unexpected text on your phone and our story will start.Maybe one day I'll catch you looking at my favourite book in a bookstore or maybe you'll smile at me while opening the door of a cafe.One day universe will conspire to make our paths cross and it will be magic.Till then I will keep searching for you in lame cafes and amazing bookstores.

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As my tongue channels your body
I hear your voice quiver My nails edged in your skin making your body shiver With my fingers tangled in your hair
I tilt your head back feeding you my kisses
sinking my teeth in your neck as I explore your warm your moans are getting louder
sweet skin taking in you ecstasy in this holy carnal sin.

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She has smeared her lust all over my desires

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Do you like when I use ice cubes to make your nipples hard? The cooling sensation mixed with my hot breaths will get your nipples excited and all of your senses tingling, making you nice and messed for the rest of the time.

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Caressing the crumbled blue curtains, I gulp another quarter of gin, This comfort kills me slowly, Carelessly holding an ache within
Silence playing on the dusty record, As I hang myself on the museum wall, The sheets have long dried off, Coffee, liquor and stains of bawl
I had taken the long road, And zoned out in crowded pubs, Been a rooster to a million dawns, And drowned to death in my cup
The cats don't bark anymore,
And dogs don't slither over the dirty floor, The sea has dried and turquoise clouds are gray, These hollow, tinted sunsets, now I see alone.

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A motley of expressions For mixed emotions
My soul is variegated...Don't call me a poet yet For there are spaces within me Irregular and unutterably ignorant, Crying haphazard emptiness
May be I will become one When sundry passions Get painted on life's canvas Or when the spaces get filled With calm reverberations. When, all that is jumbled Finds congruence like oxymoron Or be content in their paradoxes.
May be I will become one
When I stop floating in moderation And resist the drift With some kind of unbridled exuberance And be brave enough to Exploit my confusions and To wield my own experiences

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Four years ago, I built a home that had firefly light for lanterns, curtains made of Autumn's red, floorboards made of Himalayan Cedar imagery, with none of the cruelty of the ax, a roof made of wisps of a thousand skies, furniture made of condensed music and a fireplace crafted out of the Monsoon, to house the sun
Four years ago,
I made a home for myself from the Art of Poetry, and this home has always welcomed me with its warm freshly baked bread smile ever since always.

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