Blood and Thirst

My throat aches, Sores
I want a gulp of your blood
I want to drink, From your lips.

Your eyes are weaving,
Small dreams
And lips knows, It’s sweet oh,

She flowers her cascade, with tender,
And the song Plays on,
Like the soothing kiss.

Sidharth P. K

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