When Your Beloved Too Is A Writer Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Nn nah, keep this polite comma here... kissing
Colon's point is that, slowly caressing
I can renew my whole self for you
I can reseed roses between my legs
Just be a companion of my moods
Hell! Okay, , , I stay, I accept, fine.. Intensity's up
Come on! bring it close to my spirits, read it aloud!
This poem's pretty pleasing pal, I love you
Slow walks, silent souls, monsters erupt
Cries, offs, anger, embers...signless silence
Oh, I'm sorry by the way: : : : unbuttoned clothes
Hugs make it up, love's made; minds unstuffed
Books on the back, diaries on waist
Memories of past, there they both stumble
Crazily engrossed lines redo it all, love traces
Hidden heads in bosoms, hearts hissing
Moonlight marching from mouths, lazy love
Amidst the edge appears resisting tide
Tied are the bellies and the licking bodies
Armed brains go unarmed, perky smiles
Peace in minutes, Love in jerks, Eras last forever!