Hair

Posted on May 27, 2019 by

I count each strand of my hair
To account to krishna
Of my love and care.

He tugs at my braid
But stares mesmerised
At another’s gait.

My hair locks in dreads
He ruffles the knots, laughs
And that hot love continues to spread.

About Bhumika's Boudoir

I love to laugh, and end up being a part of high drama and stormy emotion even when I don't pursue it. Being creative, and communicating with people get me going. I enjoy all the good things in life especially those that are slightly risque, and apologise little, if ever, for all that I do. Literature is a passion and so is music.
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