Melting

Sanka

Seems like a fantasy

Prince and princess

 

He keeps on sucking my lips ,

Like there is no tomorrow

Making me melt down 

 

I don't know babe,where I am now ..

Cloud nine or at the entry of hell

 

He holds my hands like there's no morn when I am dying inside

I pleaded and pleased him with all the ways to let go of me one day....

  • Author: SAN (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 19th, 2022 10:01
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 10
  • User favorite of this poem: Paul Bell.
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Comments1

  • Paul Bell

    This is brilliant.
    I wonder if he knows.

    • Sanka

      He doesn't know anything till now,hope he never knows.

      b/w this poem is not completed I guess,something feels missing.
      and thank you for your comment.



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