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Like a mist under a door
Like a smog in the air
He watched her walk away
Till his eyes burned rainbow.

He murdered sleep
She comatosed slumber
Will his little bird come back one day?
His windows have to be open, to see…

The sadomasochistic dove flew in
A brazen damsel
A concupiscent dude
Theirs was an unhealthy hunger
And there, they were
Looking for a reason
Their passion can never be for a season

Every single touch and word
Edged them closer
A fix of a mix of six
Every single inch and stroke…

Her moans- the songs
His groans- the backup
His thrusts- acoustic
Their pants- the rhythm.
The shit is a Sweet Music

A transition unexplainable
Neither here nor there
A sensual height
As high as a Jamaican
Preternatural sensous peaks of bliss

Thick black bubbly onions
Jiggling all over
Like ripples of water
As arrows pierces all its angles
A pinkish dam is broken in Germany
Its juices gushes out achingly
Dripping so hard and fast
A thickish colourless waterfall

His life’s moment- heavenly
This is it all
He wouldn’t mind Mother’s bed call
To bed his Mother on their shallow bed

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