Rolling in the sheets,
Tangled in each others’ thoughts,
We stay calm,
Undisturbed by the world outside,
We don’t cease to make some love…

There have been contradictions about it,
Love, as it feels right,
But,
Mostly is confined to delusions,
With one another,
Complexed and perplexed…

We live in our own realm,
But does the materiality endorse it?
Sexually liberated,
Unrestricted in the process of our convictions,
We infringe the so-called hegemony of Society…

Such is Love,
Untroubled and impetuous.