Secret Date


You run through my spine,
Driving me on a ride to paradise.
I can’t decipher that state of heaven,
We could feel each other within.
I love your red pomegranate lips,
In between us, there is no space.
I feel like our souls are meeting,
And having a perfect date.


By Shreya Sharma

I read poems. Sometimes I write poems. And when I am doing nothing, I am sipping coffee.


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