noT thE kiSs

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Not The Kiss

I don’t want to kiss you now
I want to steal your stare
I want to see the world in your eyes
and drown in that atmosphere

I don’t want to kiss you now
I want to watch your lips
speaking about life and love
and many more pleasing things

I don’t want to kiss you now
I want to liberate in your presence
inhale the aroma of your calm soul
and soak in my favourite fragrance

by
Kritika

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paPer PetAls

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Paper Petals

I carried a rose with me

the rose which you gifted me
painted in your love, Red
fragrance of your kissed lips
on petals lingered the moistness
my heart fluttering with a desire
running the petals on the bare skin
tuning the heart to beat faster
feeling your lips on my naked breast

paper like petals, now

a pain of your absence torturing
echoing with the loudness of my breath
searching for the signs of your footsteps
which will never retreat from the door
you closed behind
.

by
Kritika

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CheErs

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Cheers

a nouveau poetry on her lips
sliding her body length, his finger tips
drenched in ardor are the Mr and Miss
their mouths meet for an enthralling kiss

the bewitching shine of her eyes
amalgamate with his wild desires
on top of him, her tongue cools his fire
their satiating voices become an amplifier

a personal fragrance of his nose
on top of her, his tongue bows
amorous alluring taste, mad he goes
their syncing in harmony glows

words written on each others skin
form one prose ending with a grin
his thumb smoothly caressing her chin
her hands held two glasses of Gin

by
Kritika

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