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Lost in faraway lands

Shubha

Oh my beloved, 
As you sit working at your desk, 
I'm in a faraway land of dark secrets.
Drenched in the honey of sweet desires, smelling of pleasure, 
Buried deep in the pool of yearning.
I yearn for you to wrap yourself inside the darkest of my caves,
As you go exploring slow,
I hope you are lost and never find return.
Sweet sticky rivers running down taverns,
Come, drink in deeply
The softness, the smooth wetness...
Oh my beloved, as you sit working at your desk, 
I'm in a faraway land of dark yearnings, 
A land of our deep dark secrets...

 


2 comments

  • Thank you so much Lohit…

    Shubha
  • Hallelujah is the only word for your poem. There is mystery and pure romance in your work. Such sweet lines of poetry.

    Lohit

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