Welcome to the Playground of Love.
We make Love. We play the Game of Love.
Love of different kinds-sexual, ambiguous and Divine
Choice is yours- We are all here to Please
No one else, But you.
You are the ringmaster and I the slave,
play me, throttle me, as I wear that Plastic smile
Please yourself, as the moments go by
We make Love, We play only the Game of Love.
Morbid yet procrastinated,Takes what we give
Selfish Prejudices and et all,
It'll be yours, as long as you want to.
Forever is nothing but a moment of Lie..
We make Love. Love of Different kinds.
who are the 'we' here??...this is very interesting:)..
ReplyDeleteSexy! This says so much. Love it!
ReplyDeleteP.S. Slow down! It's not a race. :D
reading this was like a foreplay ! ;)
ReplyDeletelove your ability to express girl, cheers!
Sireesha~!
ReplyDeleteWhat a description! Love ya.Thank you.
and yet another game yet to play..... the time goes on sand is turning in to clay... wind of time threatening us like we can never come out of the bay..
ReplyDeletebutterflies are all around and a similar bird fly named pray. we cuddled and shrugged.. souls mixed and hugged.. tongs were working much more then their aspects... eyes were silent yet had that all.
we roamed all over upside down.. we had a time in love's playground..
we saw together the dream of life and we felt everything we could feel inside.
an eternal touch of body and soul, a flow less effort of every mole. and we were right there where we had to be. and we were all alone as it said to be. and the strome came, and the tide goes on and on... and so its all done... betwen us... now its again you and me... and we are not any more WE.....