You spoke the words yet to form.
You wrote the chapters yet to fruition.
You told the story yet to begin.
I wonder when you read mine,
would you feel the same?
I blushed sometimes,
when my inner most secrets
spilled on pages.
I panted at times,
when my deepest desire
naked before my eyes.
I screamed once in a while,
when shock waves
blanketed my nerves.
I wonder when you peeped at mine,
would you let out a cry?
I giggled at the titles.
I chuckled at the memes.
I laughed hard at the potent humour.
I wonder when you stopped by mine,
would you suffer the same amusement?