The long journey

When we start kissing
in the backseat of a cab,
by the time we come up for air,
we are already in a different
postal zone

She likes that.

‘Hurry ruins everything’
she whispers as she
pulls me to her,
again.

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Judgmental, self-obsessed, pompous, unbalanced and brilliant. In that order. View all posts by ramanujshastry

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