Treasure Island

Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

(June 15,1942 / Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India)

So sweet, no regrets


Come here; come to me; my dear.
Give in before my desires dry.
Grant me before your desires dry.

Your lips must part and breasts wake up.
Your bottom must turn a hot bed,
That the sweats, like fountains, must wet.

Set aside your blushes, I beg.
Set aside your virtues, I beg.
You will get what you miss, I bet.

Have a course, which is not a curse
It is a myth that you are spoilt.
It is an act of sport, that’s all.

Come here, very now, my dear.
Give in before my desires die.
Grant me before your desires die.

Be it a consensual act
And so soon a buried secret..
So sweet as it is, no regrets.
08.11.2007

Submitted: Wednesday, December 10, 2008

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