Movement Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Hold me in a trance;
The night has spread
A sheet of passion
Let us dance;

The dance of serpents;
Intertwining of supple
Bodies and the hissing
And raw scents;

Tongues twirl and roll;
Lips feel slippery as
Through wet abyss of love
They slowly stroll;

Fingers play magic;
Nails leave signatures
On napes, navels and thighs
Shedding reason and logic;

The woman in me;
Feels full and relaxed
As with a mild shot you
Reach where you should be.

@Tiku 07/06/2015