Death be kind
Seduce me
Let not life
Reduce me
Let us get tangled
In each other
Let us make
Soft, slow love
Let our souls
Get drenched
Let my passions
Be quenched
Together we'll
Reach the zenith
And then once
We are spent
I'll look you
In the eye
With sated
Unseeing gaze
While you gather
Me in your arms
And murmur
Sweet nothings
In my ears
13 comments:
the scene in ur room today...consider that repeated.
"oh!"
Hmmm... Romanticizing Death, eh?
lovely delivery.
thanks for sharing.
This is a beautiful, haunting poem. Love it!
Love your dark invitation to Death, an invite so enticing!
It's haunting, yet uplifting at the same time. Loved it.
Beautiful =)
and here i comment bhatia..
not as good as the others but yea different from what you generally write...
Finding that love is as strong as death. A fine read.
thank you all :)
love it :)
I don't want to suffer either...I hope it is kind to me when it comes as well. Enjoy the rally!
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La Petite Mort.
Well done.
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