• devesh 50w

    In the nights when darkness try to devour and his soul cripple
    In the nights when he makes the forlorn efforts to unchain himself from diddle
    In the nights when he comes crashing down trying to marshal the squiggle
    He yearns for the touch.. not of her skin but her naked soul
    He craves for her demur to come at rest and her love to make himself whole.