Love Games Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Love Games



Sweat is sweet; armpits are of taste.
Biting and pinching give a thrill.
Saliva is taken as wine.
Parts mean to touch are dear to taste.
Delay is welcome with consent.
Ego is at naught; so is shame.
Feeling lost as outcome is sought.
Both are winners in the battle.
26.03.2015

Saturday, April 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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