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Memories under the mist!
Mesmerized by those lost days
When our tongues used to dance while kissing,
We always fought about who won
While making hickies.

You never let me be on top
Always submissive,
Girl, your eyes used to tell
Affinity, ah! So decisive.

My fingers used to play piano
While you were busy blowing saxophone,
You were the queen of caves!
The one you had, I used to call home.

We used to love softly, madly, gently
Swiftly, roughly, mentally,
Making dopamine shy and hid
When we made love spiritually and physically.

Some days we used to last hours
Thanks to my priapism,
Times were there, we lasted only quarter
Sorry for my sexism.

Cuddling, unclothed, driving into the sleep
In dreams counted your moles instead of sheep,
My death visited when you were on a nap
Watched you and me together and spared my life and leaped.

Now we are strangers, far away as the west to east,
These memories are better hidden under the mist.

#love #old_romance #relationship #poetry
© shubh