How dare they,
Those demented lost hearts
Refuse a pitiful hug,
I delicately thought of,
And deliberately sent them?
Was aimed at consoling their tangled bodies
Freeing them all,
From years of self-inflicted embalmment
Blended in their failed acts
All encapsulated, in their believing doomed lives
I decided to lay low,
Taking an intelligent back route
After all, I wasn’t upset,
Only my crouched feelings, were slightly hurt
Who was I to judge?
Besides, that wasn’t a time,
Neither a right place; to contemplate
About my slightly hurt feelings
There I stood, zero distance between my target,
Arms fearlessly wrapped around each other
Sucking in, each other’s breath
Connecting on an emotionless and intimate level
Only physical contact mattered
Vibes of that place, were too loud
Not even, whispers pumped harshly,
And directly forced, into anyone’s ears,
Signaled a glimpse of sense
Her body and mine,
Were locked in time and space
I knew, that was where I had to be
She earlier led I into her space
I took charge, and had to lead our way
Suddenly, it hit I
Roaming back and forth, in my body
Was I to spend the rest of the night with her?
Or find another target?
To explore, satisfying an endless desire I had,
Of adventuring through, a variety?
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