Sight Of Pleasure

By Harshita Shrimali

I look at him with all the love I have for him only,

I can describe the features, memorized him mostly,

You wouldn't ask but let me tell you this,

It doesn't always begin with a kiss,

Every inch of his skin my mind knows,

Took the chances to see where it actually goes,

And i know how long his eyelashes are,

Know his secrets and some of the hidden scars,

Like a perfect big arc his smile forms,

Not all like me but I'm definitely favourite of his mom's,

For me his voice is that song which i love,

Eyes always get stuck on that one sensual curve,

His eyes carry the innocence which I crave for,

Skips a beat whenever he says I love you more,

His brows are as thick as I remember,

My heart is red and hot for him like an ember,

Our breaths often get mixed in each other's,

Deep down I knew we were meant to be lovers,

I like wrapping my legs around his waist,

And I also like the muscles of his chest,

His laugh, his giggle, his eyes that shimmers,

His palms, his thighs, the sadness when he cries,

I love everything about him including his flaws,

He's the reason i exist, the one I adore,

His neck, his hair, the secrets we share,

The way he is, the things he keeps,

The way he care, a good heart is there,

I know him already but I wanna know more,

I've never been this sure for anything before,

You're my best friend, we're one not two,

I'm proud to say that I LOVE YOU.

By Harshita Shrimali