desire

a poem

by rishik menon

"have we met before?"

a plan sparkling in her eyes

teasing the world

her fingers curl

licked clean she exuberates

con fi dence

no she does not know

how her lips still smack

of chocolate.

sensual..

desire takes me

and I just wanna

cup the small of her arm

pull her in

and pass her

a packet

of tissue.