Treasure Island

PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

(29-06-1976 / Guskara-Burdwan)

Erotic Fancy


the tang flavored tongue like
a rapacious leaping flame
entered and entwined hers
in the virgin fetish sensuous mouth.
the libertine palms grasped the supple prey
like a gladiator holds his proud sword!
like slithering serpents the palms
crawled frantically all over her vales
and plateaus and the shrine a little down!
then we two stuck onto each other
into one lively curvacious vibrating figure!
kick -started the game with impatient knee-trembler
and then like persistent hermits
performed all divine lotus positions!
the passive grew vigorously active
and the acrobatic feat attained the erotica lilt!

Submitted: Friday, December 13, 2013
Edited: Friday, December 13, 2013

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