Beside him, tremulous and dazed
he smirked and said
you are voluptuous
in that dark retreat of silence
beside you,
passion poured from lips into mine
the agony of a foolish heart.
a flame in his eyes
A sin in his arms
O Neel! How could I know what I did?
the red wine lushing in the glass
his breath hot and fiery
I sinned in his arms...!
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