If poems were ***
then,I wouldn't be a ******
i would caress the letters
fix a foreplay with title
i would literally **** the words
to give birth to soulful sentences
if poems were ***
I wouldn't be ******,still.

I Feel your love
not only when ur hand runs through my thighs
but its like every night & every sunshine

i hear your love
not only when u sing love song for me
but in every anger from ur smart mouth to me
  
I see your love
not only when you embrace me with ur looks
but also with the flaws that you have took

I taste your love
not only with kisses we share
but also the disguise of pain in love we care

I smell your love
not only when you have your best perfume
but also with every action you've shown

in you absence,or you around by my side
love,I have this feeling at extreme height !

He look at me,Smiles
I laugh at him,waving good byes
still's into me,that guy !

I have never shared my night with a guy
but I dreamt of it thousand of times
you by my side,holding me tight with love
baby,till then let us first grow up !

When my friends and I talk about guys
one of my girl says a guy whose tall
another says whose strong
another wants rich
thats kinda guy they wanna be with
my turn,I said a guy who has sense of humor
a guy who can write poems
and I could write poems for
a guy with whom I can laugh & cry
a guy that would be mine.

Petrified by your desire
love,you freak me out everytime
you vested your fantasy upon me
where's the dreams of mine?
I never asked,may be I was too scared
scared of separation ? Or
may be the pain was already an addiction
pity me,poor hurted soul
still smiling when he holds
holds the glory of his fantasy
but I die little inside
with every unfulfilled dreams of mine
I was never alive,you were
& thats the reason for me to survive.

Mighty alone,desperate times
he has a girl now,of his choice
was alone then,now at least  I'm fine
oh guilty pleasure of mine
oh guilty pleasure of mine.