Saturday, March 25, 2017

414. Relationship

The imprints on my skin
Makes me blush crimson red
It Stands witness to the night.

Your fingers run through my hair
As I snuggle up to your bare chest
Lips spread out as crescendo in dark.

Your hands encircle me
In its crook I relax carefree
Counting our rhythmic heart beat.

Sweet, bitter experiences  unfold
Kneading us to bind forever
Relationship thrives as it wins.

@Binita Jha 

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