because when I feel a surge of love,
I devour the moon. I radiate like moonlight.
because your love flooded me 5 inches above the brim and I felt clean.
because only slow dancing on your toes
can calm the hurricane inside my veins.
because my only aphrodisiac is your voice, my hit of dopamine your poetry.
because I have raided beauty in so many places but couldn’t come across something like your eyes.
because your skin -caramelised tiramisu,
your laughter- desert rains, your silence- isolated continent.
©therightkindofmisfit |when they ask me what led to my descend