Your body –
Swollen like a river
In spate.

Your tongue –
Moving all over
Ferreting out little secrets.

Your lips –
Moist, pliant,
Urging me in.

Your eyes –
Half closed, Half open,
Seeing in me
A silhouette from the past.

More often,
It is not the body
But the mind
Which commits adultery…

~Ramendra Kumar~

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