There are different ways in which i sip my tea
the one that dwells inside my chest speaking of you,
your eyes are my favourite perfume,
a rivetting hiccup that soothes my freckles.
My tea speaks of you in ways indefinite.
The body is incoherent, beating loudly to sit beneath your ailments,
your feverish toe that curls my belly.
Where do you travel during nights?
Like a poem dissolving into the sheets of soil,
amidst the wild sky
where i sniff the patch of cold winter,
you only you can do things to me what the earth does to sky.
The trees have begun to dream again
of embroidered romance and things beyond
of goddess and intinate corridors.
Of lust & prayers.
We lick each other like palpitating cotton candies
then close into our scuped veins
levitating in the air,
We become full into a phenomenal clous of moans.
In transmission lines,
I suddenly become aware,
nocturnal hiss of bed sheets of sounds.
Beautiful
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Thaank you.
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Pleasure being around..
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Your work continues to influence and inspire my work. It’s your surrealism tone and style of poetry that you present. 🙂
I love it very much. 🙂
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Ah!!!! It feels good to read you again Valiant. The words!! I missed them. Just wow..
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Hey you, where are you? How are you?
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Hey I am fine. Just trying to figure out things.
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Take care. I am there for you, in case.
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I know. Thank you for being there and not forgetting. Love ♥️
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I shall never.
Hugs:)
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Sexy! What’s your favorite kind of tea?
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Oh, how I’ve missed reading your words… ❤
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You can always come back to it.:)
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And I do ❤️
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“Soothes my freckles” Me encanta 😊 I am definitely going to use that in a conversation.
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Haha. Surely.:)
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Very nice
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Thank you.
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Your welcome
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“Your eyes are my favorite perfume, Where do you travel at nights” like a poem between the sheets of the soil”
This is the epitome of romance and the radiance it carries. Oh how I missed reading you, Devika.
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I am beyond flattered.:)
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Aww you have all the talent to be praised about.
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