I Write Poetry For Self-Pleasure

Poem By Bijay Kant Dubey

How I wish today's my graduation day
So I could finally see and feel you near
The promise of a tender kiss
The warmth of a sweet embrace
How I wish today I could hold you close
And bury your head unto my breast
As I run my fingers through your hair
And smell the scent of axe and skinwhite breeze
How I wish to touch your face
And memorize every feature, every trace
How I wish to feel your breath as you whisper
Those three little words that meant forever

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