Friday, 17 July 2020

Desire



This is a poem written for desire.
About a
Desire that evades when I touch her skin.
Desire that encloses me till an inevitable juncture.
For the
Desire in her body who despite the chain of disappointments seek the desire in my body.
I have ventured the possibility of traversing the crossroads, needlessly.
It’s a pitiful sight to see you flinch as the bastard in me slays your ego.
Despite being shunned, you long again.
This is not any fucking love story buddy.
Get on! Fuck the desire in me.
Venture out.

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