Love is Religious,
Sex is the Offering...

In our inner selves
Storing volumes...

Me and my head can't stop having re runs of you in...
We just met and for a moment...

I am tired of pretending my hands are yours,
Hugging a pillow that is named after you...

When it comes to you
Caution i throw to the four winds...

Macho pride
Male ego...

Love has a warmth
I have been burnt...

Never knew.......
The way till i got lost...

The words sound so real
Sincere lies...

Your work you do
With zeal and zest...

Small drops
Big fat drops...

Fat plump fingers from a hot pot of glue
Sticky never letting go of my heavy arm...