HePo
Classics
Words
Blog
F.A.Q.
About
Contact
Guidelines
© 2024 HePo
by
Eliot
Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads.
Become a member
Debopriyaa Dutta
Poems
Feb 2018
sensation
who knew
that a certain part of someone
could be so deadly
yet so beautiful
his hands
pull me deeper into the mire
of his magnetism
who knew
that a pair of dark skinned hands
with veins cris-crossing
could undo a person within a matter of seconds
his hands
when he grabs the back of my neck
and pulls me closer to him for a kiss
burn me
in the forest fire of his touch.
our naked bodies unravelled,
his hands sliding against my skin
so sensitive to his touch
and his touch alone.
his momentary touches
while he drives
his movements
when he lights a cigarette :
those maddeningly arousing hands
have left me
b
r
e
a
t
h
l
e
s
s
the way the city lights fuse with
the hands of
this beautiful boy
makes spectres flicker in the distance
tracing circles with my fingernails
I rage against
sanity
hope
reason
caution
rejection
his hands have etched an image in my flesh's memory
which I can never forget
#love
#lust
#life
#hands
#pain
#lover
#happiness
#hurt
Written by
Debopriyaa Dutta
27/F/India
(27/F/India)
Follow
😀
😂
😍
😊
😌
🤯
🤓
💪
🤔
😕
😨
🤤
🙁
😢
😭
🤬
0
441
Eudora
,
Jane Doe
and
ryn
Please
log in
to view and add comments on poems