A tender touch to remember forever.
The moonlit night, the cold breeze.
A careless whisper that runs down my spine.
As you hold my hand and pull me close.
A mishmash of prancing dreams.
Spotting a rainbow I reach out.
Wide awake, I lay, gathering brittle remains.
I close my eyes again, back to the realm of dream.
Vivid images greet my mind.
A tender touch to remember forever.
The moonlit night, the cold breeze.
A careless whisper that runs down my spine.
Me, me!!!
- Sepiamniac
- Madras, TAMIL NADU, India
- Not an outdoor person.. prefer to get buried beneath books, music and movies... has these strange philosophies about life that might puzzle you. At the same time, likes to live life. Loves simple people, especially those who veil their formidable knowledge behind humility (The poems here don't reflect my mind or anyone else's. Maybe, just a patch of what various people go through.)
erotic !!
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