The desire in his eyes
That I saw when I was bathed
In the first rain of monsoon,
Made my heart beat erratically.
My clothes as well as my limbs
Were already wet,
But looking into his eyes,
Made me wet down there too.
I was spark and he was a glint,
In a moment, we brought a wild fire
With furious flares of burning desire.
I didn't hold back the scream
When my sweet cavern got
The much needed pressure,
Cause, it was a melody of pleasure.
The melody became heavy metal
As the rhythm went fast
And the hits went hard.
As we reached the climax together,
The novel came to its conclusion.
At the end of the book,
It's only us, euphoria and monsoon.
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- Ipsita Mitra Pupu
29/01/2021
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