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May 2014
When you touch me
my joy loses it's voice
but comes out in sighs and happy cries
the blood beneath my skin
stops to savour your touch
and dances like a whirling sufi
under your starry skies

when my eyes meet yours
our hearts beats in rhythmic waves
like a melody that i crave
each vein of mine vibrates
like a harp string
pumping blood music
which makes me sing.
#love #reunion #romanticism #obsession
Shivam S
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Shivam S  26/M/Delhi
(26/M/Delhi)   
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