Vikram Seth (20 June 1952 - / Kolkata / India)
My love, I love your breasts, I love your nose.
I love your accent and I love your toes.
I am your slave. One word, and I obey.
But please don't slurp your morning brew that way.
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
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