Need I Say More?
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Aparna Chatterjee
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Why do you ~
Make love to me
With your Beautiful
Words of Poetry?
Don’t you know?
Those lovely, long
Fingers of yours…
Arouse me to Unimaginable
Ecstasy?
I imagine them all over me…
Need I say more?
Come, make love to me
No, not in your Poetry.
Please lie here beside me
And allow me to show you
How passion writes poetry
Without ink, without paper.
It only needs you and me
To etch those marathon lines
With our tracing fingers ~
And our lips erasing them
On the smoothened slates of
Our voraciously expressive bodies.
Need I say more?
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