Let me taste
The sweet shivering
Body of yours
Let my hands
Roam around
The curves of yours
Let these silky sheets
Drown the
Sweat of yours
Let this room
Hear the
Moans of yours
Let our bodies
Get entangled
For all night long

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Every crumpled sheets of paper is scribbled with some unknown stories of truth as it's like four walls of a room which maintains secrecy..

Maybe they are not to be spoken or revealed but still it's the reality which no-one wants to hear & accept ..

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And life in white sheets is good
And to breathe in the ink is heavenly..

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It all went like those crumbled sheets-
Messed up we,
And the ink spilled stories...

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Sheets
(Poem in caption)

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I owe my slumber to my sheets

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For the harder you scatch,
The louder we groan,
Its the not power of my strokes,
But the power of your encouraging moans..

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Oh you, my wine.
A swirl of my tongue,
And you explode with
A whole new flavour.
[Sauvignon in sheets]

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My hands start to itch
When I see blank sheets so fresh.

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Between the sheets
Always on a quest
To shatter the earth
Under our feet
Lost in our bodies
Sharing our breaths
Holding, pushing, pulling
To find each other
On the other side together
You and I were like fireworks.



- Jhelum Anikhindi

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