By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey

I was lying with her
naked and panting with moans
soft and supple. .
Far above the moon was struggling
to cuddle the wanton clouds. .
A shudder in my loins passed .
through my spine squeezing
bubbles and shocks within.
Accursed, I slipped into her arms
slipping through her silvery mounds
like an unsavoury sailor on run
I lost to her lips – .
the gateway of heaving passion
and churning sensations.
Now, frozen in my memories
every night I cross that river
of fire consuming my oil of life
unbidden, unaccounted and accursed.

Categories: Poetry

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