Hi, thank you for reading my micro poems about a single, stolen glance that lodges itself deep in the heart, an obsession taking root and being forever caught in the savage pull of desire.
DISTRACTION
when you called me
a distraction,
I laughed it off —
I had no idea
what it meant
until you became mine.
PEACE
you want peace —
let go of my velvet curves
and your mind’s persistent grip
so we can both breathe
RULEBOOK
I had known
all the rules —
desire
knew its place.
then
you arrived.
now it’s a
storm
I’m screaming
your name
into
and it
won’t calm down
PRIMAL WHIMPERS
eyes met once
and buried themselves
in the heart — forever.
your primal whimpers
are both dangerous
and divine.
you promised slow,
not savage.
don’t make me bite
the apple
of your neck.
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About The Article Author:
Hi, I’m Rachana. Its been my dream for years to do something to consciously create a better future where every one of us is excited about our own potential. My challenge to everyone is that they aspire for their personal best and leave a legacy of their work through their contributions to mankind.
One more thing. In December of 2044, I hope to win the Nobel.
Will you join me on this journey of growth and transformation?
Namasté.
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