He peeps thru' my neck, shocking me He places his |

He peeps thru' my neck, shocking me He places his bags below my eyes, almost knocking me He kisses me around my lips, irritating me I see him in those fine lines of poetry that life pens on me he appears all over me barely allowing the years to blink he peeps through the widening pores of my skin delighted at revealing their ugliness he often laughs at me, for I rarely let him laugh with me he is that crabby old man, caging me happily uncaging the uncomeliness of me he continues to deliciously devour me they say he's just a number God! this f*****g ol' man is now tightly hugging me Help! will somebody not save him from me? (Hahaha) F*****g age.. 😫😳🥺 #chitsmusings

He peeps thru' my neck, shocking me He places his

Chitra Iyer