Your touch is my wild,
Your touch is my home.
Your touch is my prayer,
Your touch feels like my own.
Your touch is my haunting,
And it is my exorcism.
Your touch is my addiction,
But still it is my relief.
Your touch is my danger,
And yet it is my safe.
Your touch embraces me,
And makes me feel real.
Your touch makes me insane,
But it is insanely sane.
Your touch is all shades of all colours,
Your touch is the best taste of my skin.
Your touch is my devil,
It is the my only divine.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...
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