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Anil Kumar Panda
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Hold me in a trance;
The night has spread
A sheet of passion
Let us dance;
The dance of serpents;
Intertwining of supple
Bodies and the hissing
And raw scents;
Tongues twirl and roll;
Lips feel slippery as
Through wet abyss of love
They slowly stroll;
Fingers play magic;
Nails leave signatures
On napes, navels and thighs
Shedding reason and logic;
The woman in me;
Feels full and relaxed
As with a mild shot you
Reach where you should be.
@Tiku 07/06/2015
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