Every murky night I just envisage you
clenching me tightly from behind.
I feel your whiff over me
and your hands fondling my locks.
I am blushing with your love shower
And painted red in your delight.
Suddenly my phone rings and then I apprehend that it just my artistry.
It is you, I don’t how you know that I am missing you.
I deluge in you and it is another night of endless talks.