It was a poem indeed
That we were writing
On every crease of the bed...
The rhymes of moans,
The rhythm of murmurs,
Were also playing there...
And your whisper in my ears,
Wrote all the words.....
- Ipsita Mitra Pupu
11/12/2020
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PoetryA collection of poetry about passion, pleasure, love and letting go.... ______________________________________________ ** No part of this book should be copied or published anywhere else.** © Ipsita Mitra Pupu _______________________________________...
