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Heavy Breathing

Feb 10, 2023
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By Priyanka Mohanty


I closed my eyes,

A dark heavy breath was what I was feeling

That breath,

Aroused my nerves

Touched even the tiny pores on me, enlightened me

Sparked me up,

Every time they touch me, I lived a life

That tender lips,

Tastes like I am having wine,

Though I never had one

It would have been the same

Because both are used to

Forgot pain and celebrate



That tinkling fingers,

I say them not to move on me

But there’s someone in me

Always want them to, touch each of my senses

And make them more mine

When they travel over me,

Every hormone hikes up

Making me travel to the world existing in imagination

Finally those eyes,

Mostly I loved them

They watched me like,

They are kids, who longed to have me

I believed, they are the reason

Which makes me close my eyes,

And live in your nights forever.


By Priyanka Mohanty



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