It was all about sex
He wooed me He caressed He loved me Like no one else. He weaved a web To make me prey In which I fell With no disgrace. We made creases On bed And our silhouettes made love on the wall, All night all day, No time no break, We were into each other With no sense of the world. I got used to it He was moving away Experiments weren't working Well, I wasn't a professional anyway. Just 3 months and it was going to an end, A relation that started fast Was walking too soon towards the grave. I thought it was a road to soul, My journey with him was ending on the bed. No memories, No talks, Just a passion To make love like insane. Did we really made love? I asked myself! He moved on Saying just three words that "It won't work" The Words that I never wanted to hear But I knew they were about to come, I realised, ...
Hey kameshwari!! It's really a very nice poem. Now u need to teach me how to write one.. Just kidding..I know that it's natural talent and you have written beautifully.. :)
ReplyDelete