I listen the sound of the waves,
booming quietly like a lullaby,
With a pleasing summer zephyr levitating across the graves.

I witness the water dancing against the golden sand,
And it’s each drop laughing with their mouths wide open
Making the sea gulls cry, as if in a band.

I hear the sound of the butterflies fluttering,
Across the loose trees
Talking of despondency, contentment and of course,
the beauty of the waves crashing.

I smell your scent, looking towards my right to see you,
Seeking pleasure in those pathless woods
Walking hand in hand,
And exploring the breeze
Beneath those rhapsodic trees.
-Khushi :’)

Allured by the clichés of love
And fantasy,
She savours his fragrance,
Dipped with honey,
Every day and night.
With her lips laced with sweetness
And eyes screaming  compassion,
She invited him in.
Pivoting on his perverted thoughts,
He gladly accepted.
just to start another round of clichéd
confessions.
-Khushi :)

I slide, you grind.
I nibble, you dither.
I touch, you moan.
I feel, you gasp.
I open, you erupt.
I wrap, you linger.
I explore, you groan.
I rub, you beg.
I claw, you stare.
I guide and you surrender
Making us captives of lust
And passion.
-Khushi :)

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

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

scream at your mother, until your throat is dry and then slither in her lap, and cry. -Khushi :)

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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 :)