Love, tender and raw,
I begin to taste
Between my fingers and
In my hungry mouth
The company of a lover
Flick of the tongue and pleasing sighs
The fragrance of golden champak
And a moon sliver that shines
Sensuous whispers and thirsty pecks
And lingering caresses on the spine
A secret known only to the
Trees that swayed that night
And not to the petty world
That obliviously would deny
The stealthy affair of energies
Unsurprisingly mysterious and unavoidably
sly.
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