Cup of forevermore

I saw him. Each others perfect stranger. However he was familiar to my soul. He felt like the home I have been aimlessly searching for. My missing piece.

You had the flavor of a star fruit on your platter. Messy,beautiful, and all chaos. Yes that is me. The woman who crowns these streets. As a lady who walks as if ten men are watching. Some stare some don't dare. Even a glance, doesn't matter either way there minds im sure stay consumed, the key is mine all mine. There was This one, this handsome f****r told me about the birds and the bees told me how he wanted to travel to my temple, he wanted to tread on my land. He knew he was home. He was and will always be the locket to my key.

By: Deana Marie

8/16

Reviews

[Rahul]

such a real woman you are!!

loved the choice of words: "Some stare some don't dare." so deep and piercing poetry you write. when a woman (of course, a woman as hot as you) walks down the streets, even a hundreds of thousands of men stare at her. some play her nakedly in their wicked mind so some get lost in own illusive dreams. idiotic ones stare at her. stupid ones fear to dare, but the real ones... always speak the heart, & let that lady know how lucky us men are to have her existence around their hearts'. and that's why your man does. such beautiful words you leave here. very touching!!

[Deana Marie]

Rahul, thank you kindly...

You have a stronghold in your literature of art.
Thank you for adding my literature to your favorites.

You are now a milestone in my path . 😌