“Mysteries of attraction could not always be explained through logic. Sometimes the fractures in two separate souls became the very hinges that held them together.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Winter
That insatiable thirst
which rises from the depth of my soul
and devours me like a wildfire
this incessant need
to be wrapped around your soul
like an unstoppable contagion
this is the fever which is catching on
I’m getting drawn in
I love your lies
and I can slurp your deception
till that last drop
which quenches my thirst
and satiate my parched soul
You can pretend it not meant to be
but I can see the swirl of passion
in the black of your eye
and like a laughter hidden in the trees
I can find your fragments buried in me
that surge of emotions
my soul is tainted by the carnal desire
like a festering wound
I could cut that out
rendering me useless
I’m finally giving in to this infection
this love is too hard to abstain.
–Megha
I blog at Megha’s World
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