Chance.

A hidden love;

A silent word.

Emotional glances;

Swift advances.

You ignited this fervour,

Now I’d take all the chances.

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Closer.

Your scent,

The air I breathe.

My favorite temperature,

The heat you emit.

Fondness

Missing you when we’re apart.

But — we’re always apart

Since close is never close enough.

Damp.

Quivering,

At how he made her feel.

Damp clothes,

Damn clothes.

She said, “It’s burning up —

Gotta take them off you.”

Baby it’s burning up —

Layers on him she started to peel.

Cheap Thrill.

Nervous and sensitive, 

You were short-fused.

Naive and innocent,

I was easily amused.

Me and you,

We had overnight deals.

Deliberately obtuse,

That I felt for you.

The layers you peeled,

They’ve yet to fully heal.

You were my muse,

But I was a mere cheap thrill.

Sweet Suite.

Rooftop love,

High floor suites.

Countless glasses of whisky,

Naked as they can be.

 

They draw on spirituality;

They connect with sensuality.

Rhythmic compatibility

Physical and emotionally.

 

Gramophone,

And outdated diskettes.

Paired with deep breaths,

And lingering kisses.

 

Names were repeated,

Like temple chants slowed.

An affair passionate,

It couldn’t have lasted.

 

It was hell of a gamble,

Of selfishness and greed.

It was a night to remember,

They both agreed.

Immense.

How do I get the message to you,

The one that says “I really like you.”

 I can’t understand what’s happening to me,

And I really want to stop this.

I’m not really young,

And my soul feels old.

I can’t find any other attractive,

Because I can’t get over you.

Imperious.

In bed she was one of two,

Whom his vivid mind had imagined to do.

Clearly there was one he fancied,

He’d skilfully keep her wanting.

Attention he would deprive her,

He’d play on her jealousy and fears,

Back and forth and topsy turvy she went,

First on her this, and then on his that.

Armed with prudence,

He made sure that they break no rule.

Behind that facade of innocence,

The world really didn’t have a clue.

Insistent.

She was so good with herself

Until he came along — 

Perhaps it became better.

She forgot her rules 

And learnt to live. 

She broke bad habits

And learnt to breathe. 

She outdid herself 

And learn to knit. 

She thought, 

Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

She welcomed him into her life,

And as and when he came by. 

Never turning back before he’s gone,

Each time leaving her scarred and torn. 

Soon after she wondered,

If it’s worth it at the end of it all.

We all know what she’s after, 

It’s for her to make the call.

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