Cause when
that **** comes around
I take it pleasantly,
use it as my own form of
weapon.
I bundle all of it
and make my
arrow of honey and brown chocolate
and throw it on the
tasteless minds.
That’s how I work,
take the **** from all
add a tincture of sweet
transform it into sunshines and daisies
and throw it back.

and when his lips
touched the side of his mouth
making a curve
kissable enough,
the cold I felt,
disappears.

his teeth, symmetrical
all white and bright
tongue lolling on the left canine
and then
he bites his lower lip
with his right canine,
the wave of hormones
hits me hard.

his smile,
one of a kind
met the expectations
of his eyes
and mine
cause both of us
shone radiantly
on seeing his
exquisite smile.

Chemistry between people is the strangest science of all. -BRIDGETT DEVOUE

The guy in my college,his eyes were brown, like mine.
But his mind was shallow, unlike mine.

The school crush’s habits matched
with my daily tasks, but during chemistry,
he broke my flask, so I broke his heart.

My third boyfriend’s disinterest in partying
was too much for this girl interested in one-night flings.

The last one tried all poses
guns and bullets, but never hearts and roses.

The recent one, is soft as a cloud
In the blankets of innocence, he shrouds.
He writes, like I do.
He reads, like I do.
He loves, like I do.
But he hates, which I don’t do.
Still I fell, in the abyss.
Maybe, sometimes
people are not to be analysed
or judged.
Maybe, sometimes
compatibility is to be
thrown in the waste bin.
Because once the hearts connect, logic fails.

Sometimes the world gives you no choice.
You must be a devil and pretend to be
*******
or else life will crumble you into tiny pieces.
You will realise that you are
being destroyed,
but you wouldn’t be to do anything.
You will be paralysed.
A step further will be a huge accomplishment for you.

Sometimes the world gives you no other option
than to befriend the devil and
take notes from him.

©anothergirlwithfantasies

She knew what she was getting into, when
she called him on a date. Something about
him was pathetically dangerous, yet she
got attracted by his glamour. She met him,
danced along with him, swaying her lips
from left to right, brushing her hair over
his face, feeling him all over, yet she felt
***** with him. She felt some coarse vibes
coming from him, yet she surrendered
herself intimately. He felt her all over,
yanking her skirt, pulling her towards him.
It was getting kinda blurry when the clock
turned twelve and the alcohol started
touching her nerves. Kissing her lips,
whispering ***** deeds in her ears, she’s
listening yet without any emotions. She’s
losing herself, particularly to feel no pain,
but she doesn’t know that nothing is what
she will gain.

Now the other aspect of story, where I
come from behind and jolt him towards the
wall, breaking his spine. How dare he
touched my girl, she is silly, I know, but
she’s all I have. She pushes me to save
him, bending down to check his bruise. But  
I know better about her heart, her feelings
for me at the moment are bitter, but she’s
true at heart. I think her love is stored in a
vial, long slender and difficult to pull out,
but my friends say I am in denial. Hey lord,
help me ! Lead me to a way with
tranquility.

©anothergirlwithfantasies

“Maybe you are just a beautiful fantasy.
Kiss me before you evaporate
and disappear forever.”

He tilted my chin. Hot tingles shot
through my body, as his tongue probed
my mouth.

He tangled his hands in my already
messy hair, and we twisted into
our fiery kisses.

©anothergirlwithfantasies

your path was different than mine
our roads were never meant to collide.
but you stepped up
and joined me.
that’s when I knew
a story is brewing
and
a cupid is smiling.

©anothergirlwithfantasies