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Anil Kumar Panda
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The glamorous wave of passion
That rises and falls in your body
In the time of Spring my heart
Sings in love the finest rhapsody
In the night strands of silver beam
From the sky grazes your naked frame
My fingers scribble poems on your
Heaving mounds and you die in shame
On the high wall silhouettes swing
In rhythm with the soothing sound
Of a silent night when air is heavy
As raw passion knows no bound
Dresses fall like whispers of clouds
Unveiling statues soaked in sweat
High moans escape creaking windows
As bodies clash to sing a lovely duet
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