Insatiable.

September 4, 2013 § 4 Comments

I thirst.
For you and your touch
and those long nights we
deserve to have together.

For all the times you’d run
your fingers into my long,
brown hair. Looking at
me with those love-stung
eyes.

For all the songs you’ll sing
for me, when i am mad at you.
Coz you shouted at me. Or
i am just PMS-ing.

For all those bottles of wine
we’d drink. To celebrate the
smallest things in life.

For the times you’ll tell
me how much i mean to you,
and how much you love
me. While you mean it.

For the times you’d read poetry
to me in bed. Sufi poetry. And
it’ll give me goosebumps.

For the early morning kiss
and the urge to have more
of each other. For the satin sheets, and the
intertwined toes.

All of it. Just so that
i can melt in your arms.

One day.

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