- Wet -
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Aparna Chatterjee
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I'm wet down there.
Your mouth's
Dry up there.
So what are you
Waiting for?
Quench your thirst.
Let the passions
Burst.
Let me know -
What goes second?
What comes first? !
The lips and tongue
Race along -
To sing us a copious
Night song.
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