Kali

I wish to keep your embrace in my pocket,

Often times we are told that all our bodies should resemble an hourglass more than that of a woman's.

Let hell overflow with the souls

It is the touch of your lips, and the caress on your skin that soothe my eyes to gradually close. It is the symphony of your moans, and the rhythm of your breathing that make up my lullaby as it echoes.  As your fingers trace each scar, and discolored line, My body is decorated in written prose. You remind that the climax is the peak of a story, and you read it to me on a night that we chose.

You can always love people differently, and they can always hurt you all the same.