When you lay your guard down
Turn off all the lights
It comes and stings you
It takes time before you realise
The itch has captured you
It wouldn’t let you sleep in peace
You get up from your bed
Turn on the lights
Vainly look for the perpetrator
Disappointed, you get back in your bed
After the lights are turned off again
You promise yourself to take better precautions the next time
You lie awake
Thoughts circling your head
One hand scratching the itch
You begin to enjoy the itch
The stimulus grips you
You know it’s not right for you, but you secretly wish for more

By title I thought it is a funny post but a seriously good post which is impressive writing skills
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I appreciate your kind words, Yasmin. Thanks a lot for going through my poems.
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Thanks to you to writing these type of stuffs for us I enjoyed reading your posts
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Glad to hear that! You just made my day brighter with your comments. Thanks for that
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Once love bites you your stuck with the itch that follows. I enjoyed your writing style and message that you wanted to portray.
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Love this kinda love.
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A bit itchy though 😂
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I don’t want to die, neither get consumed.
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What a true comparison 👏👏
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😇🙏
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This is very cleverly written. The culmination is superb 👏🏻👏🏻
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Thank you so much, Keerthi!
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Clever analogy, Frank. As the Everly Bros once sang: ‘Love hurts’, although you’re likening it more to an irresistible itch!
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I feel bad about not knowing Everly Bros. Must catch up.
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Perhaps they were before your time 😁
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That is no excuse because that’s when all the good music rolled. Dylan, Beatles, Buddy Holly, and more. In fact I am named after one of them: Sinatra.
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UN SALUTO
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Happy Sunday to you!😇
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THANK YOU
HAVE A GOOD WEEK
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👍
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😉
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🫂
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