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. -SHREYA
The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
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. -SHREYA