​I want someone to listen to my written phrases,

I want someone to cuddle under a warm blanket cave.

I want a soul to breathe along with his lips on mine,

I want skin to skin, attached and rhymed.

Spooned and loved,

I want to wake up to his face.

I want his smell on my T-shirt….

I want all of his him- be it grace or disgrace.

PS Just a piece of fiction.I am leading a peaceful singlehood.

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