Dirty in My Head

Oh we have a casual conversation alright,

But you don’t know what I’m thinking in my head.

“So how is work?” you ask,

“Pretty good”, I reply.

But do you know, that I’m undressing

You, in my head?

Sure we discuss family irritations.

“I feel like getting out of home”, you say.

“Oh I agree!!” I reply.

But do you know, that I’m wondering

What your skin feels like underneath

That shirt that smells like a dream?

You say, “Last night I got high.”

I say, “Wow, for me its been some time”.

But do you know, I think all the while

What it’d be like, when we’re high?

We discuss something boring

Like free gold coins for marketing.

Then the occasional, accidental brush of your hands

Against my knees, and there is electricity

Shooting through me.

Sure we keep it tame –

You simple John, and me plain Jane.

But there are these dirty thoughts

In my head.

Oh I want to wrestle you alright.

Just prove my might.

Lets play this match alright?

Till death shall we tough it out and

Fight?

Lets see how far we get.

Coz I have these dirty, dirty

Thoughts in my head.

Frequency

Come let’s bounce along,

The same frequency.

Let me know you

For a while longer,

So that I read,

Your thought patterns.

The familiarity of it all,

Let’s enjoy the comfort,

Of each other’s,

Frequency.

Come let’s explore,

New dimensions,

Through each other’s,

Thought patterns.

Let’s see the same light,

The same colours;

Let’s hear the same words,

The same sounds;

Let’s understand,

The same meaning,

In each other’s,

Frequency.

Suck on my finger tips...

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Her Space Holiday. For the kinky side in us.

A Bird in the Hand is worth two in the Bush

For starters, you might be wondering what kind of a bush I'm talking about right? No, no. Not that one. This one is quite tame.

There was Emily Wayne who liked candies. She already had a box of dark chocolate. It was good. Very good, in fact. But after a while, she got bored of it. That is about the time when she came across another box of dark chocolate. This one is different from the previous one because it has rum filling and spices in it. Much later she was gifted milk chocolate. Oh god, the pleasure and agony of them all! Which one must she choose?

So she went chose the first thing that was accessible. The milk chocolate. So God got angry with her and punished her for being greedy and made her fat!!

End of story.

Quoting Amardeep Singh Hunjan: "Someone truly said, 'I don't want to leave a place where I'm having a good time for a place where I "expect" to have a better time' "

Truer words haven't been spoken.

Of Untrained Glances

"Glancing the other way, when you see something beautiful. Looking away when something inspires you. The pain of such beauty. Can you not bear it?"

Pause. As he looked at her with a quizzical expression.

"I entice you, don't I?" That is quite fascinating", she said, looking over the rim of her coffee cup as she drank her brew.

She was indeed quite fascinated. It amused her to see the way he behaved around her. The way he'd not notice her. Purposely refuse to acknowledge her. The way he'd glance at her from the corner of his eyes to see if she was laughing at his jokes.

"Hah! You're quite vain, are you not?", he said derisively. "My, my. The amount of beating that humungous ego must be taking everyday. How come you haven't committed suicide yet? I'm sure you have at least suicidal thoughts?"

She looked away, still unruffled. In fact, with what was disturbingly to him (and so it seemed to her) a self-satisfied smug expression.

"Fine, shall we go riding?" she said, quite abruptly.

"What?" He was quite nonplussed.

And before he could say anything else, she said, "Come! Lets go horse riding! Its been so long and I love horses!" Off, she skipped across the main road, crowded with traffic, pedestrians and coffee tables.

It was a pleasantly sunny afternoon. The heat would have been unbearable, if not for the shady road. The trees swaying to the rhythm of their own music, generating a soft breeze. He was left wondering. Again. Probably for the gazzillionth time. What is she?

Here, keep with thee all these

Dispensable tokens of Affection.

I give them to thou, my love

To remember me by, when need be.

Of fleeting, ethereal moments,

That might not stand the test of time.

Those whimsical fantasies,

We wove together.

Keep them with thee

To remember the pain

That absence creates.

Carry them wherever thou wants,

So that I can see.

But then. I must tell thou this,

I wouldn't really care

For all thy antics,

That amusing pass time for me

Something I commiserate over,

To shake my head in pity.

Move on my love, move on.

I don't really need thee.

What have

You and I shared?

Can you remember,

All of them

Memories.

Sometimes, at night

I awake to

Dreams of us and wonder

- Did that just happen?

To only realise

It did...