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Khushi Batra May 2018
With your eyes blazing lust,

And your breath fanning my neck,

Your hand reaches mine.

You lose my grip every now and then

But never let me go.

I slither my tongue

In your sweet lips.

A soft moan escapes your lips

Making me smile.

Gasping, you press me against the wall,

As I slip down way your body.

Screams of pleasure echo,

As you send shivers down my body every now and then.

With tension building

And more teasing,

I wrap my arms tightly against your body,

And melt into you.

Faster then slower.

Slowly, and slowly we go deep down

Into the ocean of ecstasy.


-Khushi
Khushi Batra Apr 2018
Loneliness plops in my soul
like the daylight rain.
With a light of hope
hanging majestically under my heart.
My hand are nippy,
covered with ink and filthy red marks.
The whispers still echo in those domestic vistibules,
rumpling me under million ounces of guilt.
The spirits come and hum soft words to me, filling
my mind with deceitful lies.
The creeps glissade me
in sentences
aimed by their ugly tongues.
Making hope grow down
my maneuvers.
-Khushi
Khushi Batra Apr 2018
scream at your mother, until your throat is dry and then slither in her lap, and cry. -Khushi :)

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Khushi Batra Mar 2018
Once jaunty and lively,
Now playing with poison ivy.
Earlier wanting to be a libertine,
Now waiting for death to oblige.

Abdomen with an incision,
Knees with bruises,
And face with cuts,
He is a shattered glass
Cuddling with darkness.

Surrounded by unbridled wickedness
And bogus thoughts,
He wonders
What will happen at the crack of dawn.
-Khushi :)
Khushi Batra Mar 2018
Flabbergasted with its conglomeration of cheese and tomato sauce
Gobsmacked with the way its cheese drips down the bread.
With garlic lingering in every bite.
I love its sight.

Its succulent mozzarella makes me feel gold
But the thin crust ain’t that bold.
It’s crispy and gooey.
Asking me to take another sip of whiskey.

I devour it from inside out
Fearing that it rather make me stout.

Onions, tomatoes, cheese and pepperoni
Mushrooms, ham and macaroni
Serve me again
With extra cheese
If it may please.
-Khushi :)
Khushi Batra Mar 2018
Your perfect curves

ensnaring over my frame.

Your irresistible soft pink lips

Inviting mine,

Massaging our tongues.

Your jaunty demeanour

making my heart palpitate.

Your seductive smirk

Dovetailing our bodies

Letting me see your gorgeous décolletage

Your bold persona

Purging the tension from my soul.

After your reckless claim

My smock hung loose on your torso

With desire fawning in your oculars.

Making me the purple of your pink.

-Khushi
Khushi Batra Mar 2018
The king of darkness called me a year ago,
Making me drink rufescent blood from
The wine chalice every night.
Forcing me to breathe
a life overflowing with ****.
Asking me to breathe
The silence in chateau lobbies.
Making me listen the wails and the cries
of the innocent.

Not letting it engulf me further,
I darted away from it.
But it caught me again.
Leaving my nights slumberless.
The ghosts haunted me every night,
with their shadows dancing on the walls.

They called me again today,
But this time the king wanted me to
taste
the garden of death.
-Khushi :)
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