I never have dreamt of being
in love with words - the words,
for me, is the body that shimmers
in the gloomy room. The stance is
a pole of my desire to dance with
passion and enthusiasm. Yes!
I imagine a night, a starless and
cold night, with him. Touching his
ego; sucking his ego; caressing the
depth of his desire. And explosion
of his emotion is a hundred percent
of satisfaction that - a night with him
is a stage of performance.
The sudden movement of the lump
on his throat signifies his thirst of
longing to be touched. And the stare
of his eyes are the threshold to his
dreamy soul. The beauty of his shrill
in a chilly night is the denoument
of the night I fall in love with words.
Only then I realise, t'was a dream!
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