Image by PhotonVerse by Ravprinderya
the ghosts of our past keep haunting me
I wonder if they haunt you as they do me
you seek me everywhere exactly like l wish
all of a sudden you corner me to kiss me
grab from behind and cover every tiny grain
i feel your warmth and smell your fragrance
engulfed by its grip and heady concoction
you take me as always hard and deep
l can hardly breathe forget to think even
what you have in control is a mysterious me
of whom I have no inclination or identity
all you have given me is unwanted cruelty
then why must you steal my tenderness
ls it to mask your innate need of me?
i wish the poem could have real figures like in the picture..i was dumbstruck...as if you can see with my eyes.
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