Back To Savagery
Hacked to death.
All I scribbled on?
your breast.
I was on the verge of
a confession. I loved
you like never before.
A full moon, like a
toddler was hopping
towards me.
Never reached the
perfection. Do not have
any wants.
Getting the burns
from the cushions.
I will call you later.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2017
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