Intoxicated

Megha's World

My eyes are still intoxicated

by your dreams

of your presence

I’m still imbued in the

softness of your lips

entwined in mine

the pleasure still lingers

the moaning still living

under the bated breath

arms are still feeling the

your gentle embrace

fingers still counting the turns

they make

my mouth still smells of

strong fragrance of

your breath

from the last night

The sweat droplets

of our sweltered soul

gliding down our bodies

etching a poem in our souls

the mere thought of you

burns my desire

and

leaves my body in that

burning fire

wanting more

Oh! I hate the sight of the

first ray of the sunlight;

which shatters

the dream

I’m living and breathing

in pure delight.

–Megha

Photo by Matheus Ferrero on Unsplash

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