baby, I want you.
is that a crime?
the way those lips
entice me,
I feel I'd even
kill for them.
if need be!
I overshoot
the rocket of my desires.
air comes in gasps.
anyone can say
I suffer a convulsion.
your fingernails,
as short as mine...
the small upturned chin.
Gosh!
is there something I don't like?
threats of my diseased mind
engulfing all my sanity.
I'm captivated in your charms.
for mercy, I won't shout.
your allegorical discretions
are yours...
come bail me out!
I can feel you
underneath all my skin.
and I wonder
if you feel remotely akin?!
I am crazy
you're no less than mad.
if I fantacise,
you do too...
sometimes, perhaps
that's why
I'm so into you!
the mono-colored feathers
of all dreams
drift into a
melancholic sodism.
it does feel like an offence
to not want to be free
from your enchanting prison!
darling, I yearn for you.
I pine!
even after knowing
you're not mine.
the offshooting tributaries
of smothered desires
under the crescent moon
hardly let me be!
honey, if desiring you
is really a crime...
Come, baby,
arrest me!!
