Pestering me forth
you pull me with eager hands
we cut through
waving greens
and swaying
Sun, on a bright shine
as the sky is clear blue right up
we run
or walk fast
energy is yours
I have the will
when in middle
in no man’s land
with smells
of oat ripening
and of oranges
in color and rut
you seem to push
and we fall on the green bed
you climb right on top of me
murmur you brute
with a bull’s strength
this flower is now in your hands
depetal me away
before words can escape
you smother me with full kisses wet
your golden locks covering me from Sun
we seed a lot, again and again
as you measure the thickness
of your swollen lips!
You can laugh heartily here by reading these books.
AN EXPENSIVE DATE-A LAUGHING RIOT: BY: SHISHIR GUPTA
AN EXPENSIVE DATE-A LAUGHING RIOT-Volume I (Volume 1)
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