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.