I see beaches in your blinking eyelids
it hits me,I'm in your needs.
when you stare me down with quivering lips
I curve my bone to make me sexier with hips
I smell something cooking,no I want is chocolate dips
as the room service comes I'll pay him extra tips
a white shirt is lying on the floor
there's is a sound from the knob of the door
I'll never get to hear from you over phone,
not only that you'll forever forget my hands on
again,you'll feel feverish,vertigo
relevant songs will boast up your ego
the waiter had brought a flavoured caramel milky
the cream that laid on top was heavy
as tasty as it can get
you're more exciting than the internet
it must hurt me as well
i'll get used to it through erotic poems as hell
when you're ready to take your eyes off me and my pics
and start trolling for other junkies
how do you know those tastes are never equal to homemade chutney?
regret sloshes your breath undeniably
that customised lighter you still use
our bedsheet look like it's bruise.
(inspired by Rupi Kaur)
23.03.24
Saturday
YOU ARE READING
Rose garden that grew within me✔
PoetryI literally remember those days when I had this sort of conversation with my sister over the phone: "guess what?" "lemme guess another new poem!".🥀 and then we scream 'Yay' in our own world of happiness. I re-read some of my favourites among these...
