In your,
deep lusty
emerald eyes
I see those faces
Held As. prize.
In touch
Of hands
I feel presence
Of many siren
You have tranced
Your caress
speaks
Orgasmic peaks
The ones
you scaled
Lovers you
Seek
Your kisses
Have the
Aftertaste
Of lovers
Not still
Lost
In haze.
So tell me
What part
Do I get
You are
All empty
Nothing
Left
Nalini
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