Valentine

​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.