House of Poetry

I urge you not to come near me after a shower, I can't hold myself to love you again, Your cute smiling face, Tease me and my patience, And this is not fair in any love games. Your shining eyes, Your fresh energetic face, The way you jerk off water from your hair, Breaks all dams inside me, And I want to kiss you again and again, Water droplets that are coming from your bosom to your navel, Your bangles, Your girdle, The sweet sound of your anklets, Baby one thing I want to tell you, You more alcoholic than any champagne, I know that you tease me, That's why you came near me like this every morning, That drives me crazy, And makes me love you again, But I have to control myself and my feelings, But I will gift you a sweet pain as revenge, Whenever the sun goes down.

 Its a time for a fiesta You are not giving any time for a siesta It's high time for high music and booze to flow, Let the breath be wreckless, Let the heart blow from emoción, Moves of your's are killing the dance floor, Sweat on your body raises the heat of abutting, We now need drips of glucose, To match your cuteness, And the potency of your moves at least one time. The cuteness of your right, Shyness on your left, Red lips and shinning nose ring, Provoke boys to match your footsteps, But they are not able to do so. Your capacity to get drunk, Your capacity to dance so long, And your beauty, Is now not handle by boys So they request to leave the dance floor.

I know that you are a pro, But I am not a noob in this game although, I know that you play with my mind, I know that you will play with my body, But I am going to play with your soul. I am going to make you so addicted to me, So that you cannot forget me, Either in any fiesta or siesta although, I am going to increase your craving, So that you will take part in my every cosplay, I now became your sugar daddy, I now became your ketamine, I know you enjoy my foreplay, I know that you want to be a part of mile high club But I am happy to see you agonize in the edging of each play.

 Your cute face, Dimple on your chin, Holding cigarette between your rose petal lips, And the attitude on your face, When you walk inside the room. Rises the lust even in the dumbass. Each boy has his fantasies for you, Someone wishes you in red saree, Someone wishes you in a short top of black color, Someone wishes to saw you in a bathtub, Someone wants to have a shower with you, So that they drink the vitamins directly from your lips, Each boy is thinking of you in their dreams, But I want you to kiss you down the sky, I want to hold you and toast with a bottle of champagne, I want to kiss the collarbone tattoo that excites me all the time, I want to kiss you down the body and you close and tight, So that we get fuse together homogenously in that night.

I don't have any idea why you been so alcoholic, I don't have any idea why you been so addictive, I don't have any idea why everyone is pleading you, I don't have any idea why everyone loves you, Someone exclaims that you are the morning of winter, Someone finds you soothing just like the rain of summer, Everyone finds you as pleasant as sleeping beneath the stars, Someone finds as a taste of his type, Everyone exclaims you a magical exponent, Everyone finds you the best taste of the world, Everyone exclaims you to be the best medicine of different anxiety, Everyone finds you to be the best medicine for any pain, I never found any need of you, I think I am the best soldier in the world, But now I need to drink this water of fire, As of now, I am in deep pain.

 Allow me to travel my tongue, To all depth and edges of your body, Allow me to put your breath on fire, So that the hunger and craving became more strong, Allow me to raise the intensity of intercourse, So that the beast inside us gets totally satisfied. The fragrance and heat still  in the room, The aroma of roses from blanket, The wrinkles and bloat on the bed sheet, Scratches on my neck and n your shoulder, Broken legs of the bed, And chocolate all around, Tells the story of that night very loud, I wish that curtains make room soundproof, Because of the euphony of your moaning, Which comes when I hit the nodes on your navel, My fingers play various beautiful nodes, Whenever it reaches the depth and edges of your body. You are just like that fairy that I dream, Now I don't need anything seductive more than you, The mole on your upper lip, The nose ring of yours glitters more than the full moon, Sweat on your navel rises my thousand hidden desires, Puffed eyes of yours create the

 I stare outside my window, Sun is about to set in his den, Friends are calling me for the game, But I waiting for the essence of dusk to came. She is a blend of hot and sweet, She is like a jalebi with a sprinkle of chat masala on it, She doesn't have a word but a full story, She is like tempting for those who want real love. I wish I can write a poem on her each day, But I put my pen's tip to rest, I am not able to write from sunrise to sunset. Because I lost in the moment of her, And doesn't get words to match her each day. She seems to have magical spell around me, I was forced by myself to not let my eyes away from her, She is like a gentle breeze blowing in the morning of summer days. As the night draws in closer, I draw stories of me and her in eyes every day, I am afraid that my love doesn't break her heart We are a partner from crawling on the floor to the school We are the partner of each crime in school I am afraid that my feeling doesn't bring a thunders

 I need to build healthy boundaries between you and me. But every time I think of you, An uncomfortable silence tried to arrest my soul. I wish to have a reborn expectation in love, I always pushing one step ahead of myself, But these uncomfortable silences not leaving me alone. After you left me in the mid path of destination, Winner woe and masked guests smile always on my face, A sound of floating promises hurting my eardrums, While  roaming aura comes in front of my eyes, I want to fiercely forget them all. But the costly acquaintances, guns, candles, and your toys. Always perishing like pollen's dreams. Your selective hearing, Your claustrophobic love, Your solitary love, Always be a reason for calculating my cuts, I want enough of you, But I don't want to trip over butterflies, You always want to have platonic flirting, You kissed me and throw me away, You always have a clock time romance, But in this, I find my zen, I and my soul are a parachute friend, That never left m