No deception
It was no more
Simple desire
It had twists
And I often insisted
She had dreamed
And beamed it
To my mind
To accept as blind
I too had open lust
But we both trusted
So I had no hesitation
In developing relation
She will come often
At lonely place even drunken
Involve in act with very sweet feeling
And this was in fact killing me
Anyhow, there was no deception
But only conception
In mind that was taking shape
We enjoyed it often and clapped
Anyhow, there was no deception But only conception In mind that was taking shape We enjoyed it often and clapped
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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