Poetry, Writer life

Thousands and millions, of excuse I make,
Just to steal some moments with you.
I look into your eyes, your beautiful browns,
And pour my heart out to you.

I spend my days writing poems and letters,
All glorifying how amazing you are.

Your deep hoarse voice, so sweet to my ears.
And when I hold your hands, I feel a fire ignite.

So, place your delicate, soft lips on mine,
Make me yours, now in this moment.

But please don’t promise a forever together,
This is just pure lust, not love!

For NaPoWriMo Day 15.

Inspiration: Gulabi

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