Poetry, random

Fuckboys

You are beautiful,
You are beautiful, almost,
When you forget to sync sound to your thoughts,
God I am soaking wet under your accented syllables (just the syllables?)
Sometimes they make sense,
Sometimes I forget to make sense out of them.
You are beautiful,
Really, in all your peculiarity,
The hair falling on your forehead,
The walk with your shoulders slightly converged,
Snigger, giggle, god if only you’d shut up,
I can paint your naked portrait in my head,
And maybe even worship it,
If only you’d shut up
And kiss
And touch
And what not.
Man, you could call me the one with weird choices,
Benefits of doubts, suppressed judgement and mostly I, trying to choose the right thing among infinite voices,
A mistake – I know it,
But trust me I have read the Terms & Conditions,
A mistake – I know it,
But what’s life without one?
So, hey weirdo!
I invite you to be among my favorite anecdotes,
I invite you to invite me into a situation that none of us has to care about,
Kiss me again, I know you would,
Lust wins after all,
I might just find meaning out of your babbles,
Once, twice, maybe a couple of more times,
As long as I keep experiencing paradise under your dexterous tongue,
Among other things.

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30 Days writing challenge, Poetry

Day Two – Crafty

Here I lay deceived
By you, yet again
Despite being familiar with your temperament
And your hazardous affection available according to your convenience,
Here I lay asking to be used;
Obsessed and regressed,
Wanting to be refused,
Caught under your enigmatic spell
I am in love with your handsome deception,
Surrounded by your incessant thoughts
Here I lay again wanting to be yours!
But somehow with an innocent act of surprising craftiness—
As my heart weave the fabric of your daydreams
My head doesn’t let me turn those into reality, of course.

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AUTHOR’S LITTLE NOTE:
This blog series is a part of a 30 Days writing challenge, which is as depicted by the picture below (Special thanks to Pinterest):
Writing challenge - May'17