The Cunning Linguist: Poetry in Short Verses


I.
Let me kiss
The drizzle from your crevices
Those nether parts that forbids longings
And savor the saps and juices
Of desire that quench
The unknowns fathom of life
Urges within quintessence
For I am heat,
I am wind,
I am mist. Continue reading The Cunning Linguist: Poetry in Short Verses

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“Unsure”


Your eyes dip into mine
Whilst your mouth sucks
Into my quivering lips;
I know the next part of this–
Your hands start to fondle
The hidden crevices of my body,
Coaxing me to burst out in flames.
Ah, yes, you understand
How it is to tease a woman
And coerce her to melt
Like butter does in a pan;
Albeit, I’m not just another girl,
Nowadays, darling;
I’m not even sure
If I want to deliquesce myself
With you or for you.
©Diwa

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