How I want you

My fingers are our lips,
deluged & soaked
in our memory of sunset walls,
with an eye of  the heart,
scavenging our skin,
altogether, in patterns,
i want to be your mouth
always moist,
always full,
with soft pearls of moth,
i want all of your body.
image& words ©MVS

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A dreamer and a believer for the upliftment of women rights. A published poet, author, writer. Believes in dancing and cooking amazing food for hungry souls at times. Loves to write and write till the moon is satisfied. My writings can be found at Visual Verse, Indian Periodical, Sick Lit mag, Duane's Poetree, Thistle magazine, among various others. Curator of Olive Skins.

44 thoughts on “How I want you”

  2. “My fingers are our lips,
    deluged & soaked
    in our memory of sunset walls” my fingers are our lips..wow..how sweet how nice this line is damn romantic…and you explained how they are deluged ..using images of sunset walls…very beautiful..the way you compared the holding fingers of couple with nature is very good..😍😍😍”with an eye of the heart,
    scavenging our skin,
    altogether, in patterns,” how deep this line is..heart having an eye.. and the erotica and how man treats Woman with his skin and fingers and touch…soo nice to imagine..actually you never told about how they are making out,but you expressed in more aesthetic way and more poetic way…loved it yaa…superb..”i want to be your mouth
    always moist,
    always full,
    with soft pearls of moth,
    i want all of your body”this is damn sexual..I don’t know what you have imagined..but I can see the image..especially when you told about mouth being moist and asking the body….oh my god devika..I was flattered..and it’s like extra meals for my heart and mind..thanks devika..I read three posts of you today…this is short one but really erotic and powerful…and last post about bath tub and wonderful cleansing activity…damn yaa…thanks yaa..impressed,happy,thrilled….💕💕💕💕💗

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  3. Wow, made me swallow. Love the imagery, especially of the heart scavenging the skin in blush or heat as it tries to burst from the confines of flesh. When we find the one we ant to devour them and be devoured by them. Stimulating poetry!

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