by Talha Minhas
The killer start of a new day,
Heavy syrup of love-y copulation.
It’s hard to not think of the dreary sunlight,
And the sudden cool of night.
I take pictures of you every second,
While it takes a while to get back to my home.
My sense despised, my cool lost,
Sex and seduction, the deadly sins revised.
Take back all the words, just sleep with me tonight.
Forget that we exist, and let us feel tonight.
Talha Minhas; 03-07-2012.