Musings
Footprints

Footprints

I’ve been following signs
I’ve been searching through the lands
For a certain pair of arms
And a certain pair of hands

I thought I saw your footsteps
in the sand along the shore.
I mumbled empty phrases
that sang so well before.

That ravishing touch of your warm hands.
Inching each part.. taking the restlessness at peak.. makes the cravings long for more.

I wish that you were here or I were there.
Or that we were together anywhere.

~Musings by Sejal.

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