I still dig my face in your chest at nights, And lay warm in your embrace the same way I used to. My hands around you, Your breaths touching my hair and neck, Your hands around my waist. Yes, I cosset with you, In my reverie. At times, I feel to touch you, Other […]Read More Don’t you know my love?
Nothing lasts forever, And I don’t believe in temporal things. This world isn’t my place, Moon is my muse, Because I believe in eternity. -SHREYARead More Eternity
I want his delicacy and warmth yearning for mine Tasting my cravings and desires His hands enfolded in mine The butterflies fluttering in my stomach Healing my curves and scars entwined within -SHREYARead More Cravings and Desires
Quench my lust and thirst, darling. I am starving. -SHREYARead More Quench
Tonight Let me guide your fingers, To the doors of heaven. And their touch play verses On my skin, Playfully And rhythmically. The heated delight in you, Asks for my admittance, And my soul will echo To your artistic movements. -SHREYARead More Let me Guide your Fingers
Tonight Touch me sharp Kiss me slow Swallow me deep -SHREYARead More Tonight!
Being entrapped in your illecebrous essence Such manner, No matter how hard, I try to escape, I end up writing about you. Perhaps, you live in my words. -SHREYARead More Illecebrous essence
And darling, I can write infinite poetry on you and your moon like shine that penetrates into my eyes as I stare you with those silent eyes yearning for you more. And trust me, that shine makes me look more beautiful and angelic indeed. -SHREYA Have you ever felt such deep connection with someone when […]Read More Moon like Shine
Darling When our lips met and we kissed I lost myself to you whole at once And this world reduced to nothing In a moment Those throbbing instants took me Into a beautiful oblivion And since then, I am incapable to Think of anyone else except you. -SHREYARead More When Our Lips Met
The luminosity of her eyes, And her rose gold tainted blush. The redness of her strawberry lips, And the sunflower kisses, She softly paints on his skin. The spellbound forelsket she gives, And all this takes him to her Love and limerence. Indeed, she is his wonderwall. -SHREYARead More Wonderwall