Remembering the way we kissed,
The way you held me deep in
your arms
The nostalgic feeling of getting
suffocated in your arms
Those midnight talks, and your
kiddish puns
Makes me relive those moments again
Moments which I have kept cinched
deep beneath my memoir.
Moments which made me complete,
Which made me feel loved like a
lover,
Nurtured like a baby , hurt like
a girlfriend
And respected like a wife and
banked on like a true best friend.
You think that I flinched away
from those moments,
But I still live in them in
disguise.
Searching for the same aura I
felt within you,
The warm and licentious violent
love of yours still haunts me in my dreams.
I can spend this entire life of
mine living in this prurient and salacious charm of yours.
