Itnay mood swings bhe achay nahe hotay.
You know this right?
Why do I have to write?
But I love to dream
of love that we deserve,
Of the nights in sweat
Swirling in swerve.
Smitten by your smell,
Bitten by your lips,
Wrapped in your warmth,
Melting me as you strip.
Covered in the invisible cloak
Yet as naked as souls,
Mixed up as alloys
Inter changing our roles.
Staying from dusk to dawn
Often leaning on your walls
Cuddling our frames
But digging deep as we crawl.
This dream is so seductive
Even in its virtuality
I fear if I ever will
Wake up from your gravity
Why do I have to write?
But I love to dream
of love that we deserve,
Of the nights in sweat
Swirling in swerve.
Smitten by your smell,
Bitten by your lips,
Wrapped in your warmth,
Melting me as you strip.
Covered in the invisible cloak
Yet as naked as souls,
Mixed up as alloys
Inter changing our roles.
Staying from dusk to dawn
Often leaning on your walls
Cuddling our frames
But digging deep as we crawl.
This dream is so seductive
Even in its virtuality
I fear if I ever will
Wake up from your gravity