On winter days, when the cold brushes my bones, I hug you tight and run my icy hands across your chest. You squirm to…

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On winter days, when the cold brushes my bones, I hug you tight and run my icy hands across your chest. You squirm to…
Khwahish – deepest longing or desire. Yearning. My younger self would probably cringe at how hopelessly romantic I have become. That this 30-something woman…
The comfort of a long relationship! A short poem dedicated to the love I found many many years ago at the lunch table in…
I have spent many nights walking along the shore, with a handful of stars and You, listening to the buzz of city life. Often…
Let me just get straight to it. This is the most beautiful love story I read today, on Valentine’s day. A guest post by…
the words restlessly swirl in my fingertipsw a i t i n g to drench in the color of a poemw a i t…