The Residue Poem by lalitha iyer

The Residue

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Heart of a maid
hips of lovely strides
snaking our thoughts
the breasts
the thighs
the plunging trips
they are the pictures
of your youth
kindling the desire to mate
and senses to consummate
dont give up
dont give up
it is simply the song of life
music lingers long after the end.

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