Poems

Feels

I shall delay everything
That walks my way
And settles down
Until
Your naked fingers
Kiss my nether
Till my flower
Dribbles honey
And
We feel
The ardor
Of love
Oozed by our souls. -Shashwati Patil © Prisoned_maya

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