Bake with passion #55wordPoem

Flour and butter
Sugar and cinnamon
yeast and salt
water somewhat warm;

Hold gently,
Shower kisses,
Playful touch
Naughty giggles

Knead and fold
Layer over layer
Flakes and lumps
Carefully flattened

Entangled limbs,
satin sheets
Exciting game plan
Unfolds within;

Let the dough rise
In desires you drown
Bake with love
Serve with a blush

😉

Dear couples

To all the couples I have known or met – the engaged , married or the lovers;

I am sorry.
I am sorry to question why you would not find time for me.
I am sorry to think that you “have” no time for any one except yourself and your partner.
I am sorry to assume you have no need for other friends.
I am disappointed with myself I wanted to mention but then how was i supposed to know what it is to be linked so with another person.

Having said that, I still do not understand why I still want to get away at times.
I want him to be around but also be on my own sometimes.
I want to meet people who do not know him or talk about so maybe I can tell them about him.
I want to try things we both do not know about or like much.
I want to know the world from eyes and ear different from mine or him or ours.
I love him and i can not say it well or enough times every day but I still fear losing myself within ourself or finding him lost same way.
I need things and people to talk about when I meet him and not just go over our shared experiences.

So, yes I am sorry to judge without bias.
But I am still glad I have friends who have helped me not to be like some of you.

PS : That gets me to another realization. Few of my friends have been assuming I am too busy or occupied to meet them. Now this post might never reach them but to every one reading this, I hope you keep your friends close and never lose that touch with anyone you met before your partner came to your life.

 

 

You : my beauty , my wealth

Source : Imgfave.com

I dream of walking on a beach,
hand in hands with you,
picking shells at random,
watching their design blend
in the sand that sinks
beneath our feet,
aware of your sweet scent,
and your breath on my skin,
I walk into the water,
yet i feel the flames
in each glance you throw;
we devise new ways
to play same tricks together
giggles for kisses,
smiles for hugs,
brushing fingers
as we part …
each tomorrow richer,
each yesterday a lesson;
you lead me into love
and into passion you draw me;
flexibly bending my doubts
and turning into a wealth
i feel I own,being with you.

 

Prompted @ OSI , sunday scribblings , Sunday whirl

She wished

 

She wanted not to cry,
but words forgot to flow,
she wanted to scream
but tears never stopped.

She wanted him to go
but never too far away
she wished it so bad
she held him so close.

She wanted to share
her unwritten songs
which echoed in spaces
she freed from her hopes.

she kissed his fingers
that marked her skin
and together they slept
weaving a new morning.