Our time

by Shreya

​The cold touch of your hand

The strength of your tongue

The warmth of your love

Wrote the thoughts unsung

 

You took down my walls 

And you looked into my eye

Your fingers made me glow

When you brushed my thigh

We moved with the same rhythm

I dove into your kisses

You held me in your firm hands

And fulfilled all my wishes

Like our attire, I kept aside

The fear of being caught

There was no error, the punctuation in place

But there was no dot

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