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The first time I made love to my mind When love escaped from the gaps Between our silences and overthinkings I saw the naked mind. We sailed from thousand cuddles of imprudence To a long warm kiss of sanity. While I dwindled in her arms of fool's paradise No sleep just one long weary night, Her ****** reeked of loneliness I licked it. Hoping to taste ingenuity, it was the aftertaste of forsaken feelings that made me ***** her till she stopped moaning neon dreams. Somewhere in my walkabouts in her I created deep craters of memories Which she took for love bites were, in fact, scars for life. We were virgins on our quests Thirsting our way through wanting and longing...... She made me swallow lust Slowly. Heavily downtown. And fingered it, the ***** of thoughts Ruptured. And she bled musings. And Phantasmagoria exuding from her holes And Spurting into mine like a cascade of brooding melancholy..... And.... And.... The night my mind lost its virginity, I sat down to write.
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Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 6:21 AM UTC
I make love to my mind
The first time I made love to my mind When love escaped from the gaps Between our silences and overthinkings I saw the naked mind. We sailed from thousand cuddles of imprudence To a long warm kiss of sanity. While I dwindled in her arms of fool's paradise No sleep just one long weary night, Her ****** reeked of loneliness I licked it. Hoping to taste ingenuity, it was the aftertaste of forsaken feelings that made me ***** her till she stopped moaning neon dreams. Somewhere in my walkabouts in her I created deep craters of memories Which she took for love bites were, in fact, scars for life. We were virgins on our quests Thirsting our way through wanting and longing...... She made me swallow lust Slowly. Heavily downtown. And fingered it, the ***** of thoughts Ruptured. And she bled musings. And Phantasmagoria exuding from her holes And Spurting into mine like a cascade of brooding melancholy..... And.... And.... The night my mind lost its virginity, I sat down to write.
Make love to your mind, poets.....
Muse_
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17/F/India
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 6:21 AM UTC
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