Still It Is Fresh. Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Still It Is Fresh.



You have been in use.
Your lips are a sucked one,
The breasts a cupped one,
The nape a smelt one,
The thighs a kneaded one
And the part a pierced one.
I don’t mind; you are fresh to me.
I read books read by others.
11.06.2007

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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