Treasure Island

Awsaaf Ali

(27th August 1997 / Hyderabad, India.)

The Pluviophile


For months, I waited to embrace her,
And then she came,
I cuddled her with no shame,
Standing naked under her presence,
Like the broken door of heavens,
She hugged me with impeccable love,
Smiled and presented a shove,
I was lost in her million eyes,
And then I begun making love with her...
Sucking her lips under her,
I opened my eyes and realized,
That every word she said, she lied,
I dint lie the only person who kissed, cuddled and made love to her...
Every person under her, she loved,
I crawled back into my abode,
Slashed my vein, and showed,
The love for her, as my blood mixed in her tears,
She wept, and there, forever, I slept.

Submitted: Sunday, March 09, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 10, 2014

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For the people who do not know, pluviophile is a person who is a true lover of rain. :)

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