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Chained as I am
to an ethereal presence
I lay down like a lamb
and breathe in her scent
Enchantment !
In my prone state of helplessness
upon me she climbs
With exquisite finesse
I am hopelessly entwined
Sublime !
Opening fissure
united in inflammation
Pulsating pressure
acrobatic gyrations
Culmination !
Trembling in my belly
spent and diffused
To quivering jelly
I am rapturously reduced
Seduced !
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The sands of time past keep shifting according to how we remember or forget or refashion it in hindsight, which is no sight at all.
Kajal Basu
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