Saturday 28 March 2020

Demisexual Soul

Maybe I never meant anything  to you
So whatever I did meant nothing to you
Wish my love meant something to you
But your lust meant everything to you 

When did lust ever stay loyal
It loves the taste of changing soil
Changes home at the hint of trouble 
But I dream of a lust that’s fire forever 

My love is conventional and traditional 
But my lust is unheard and exceptional 
Grows fierier with a bond that’s special 
It’s ecstasy & enigma in the same vessel 

I find solace in this jugalbandi of love & lust
Touch me till you touch my soul if you must
Feel an orgasmic saturation turning to stardust 
As two souls glide into enchanted sleep of trust