As the monsoon sets in...
Wet am I not from outside but from within...
Wet am I not from outside but from within...
With heady feelings of
you seeping in from every region...
Moistening my body with
your lusciousness...
marking my craning neck with savageness...
marking my craning neck with savageness...
Licking my lactating
significance with bare desire, as you lavish the twin temptress with chanting
melody...
Flourish I will with juicy
success...
With a blinding urge to merge in your semenic race...
With a blinding urge to merge in your semenic race...
But restrict you will
your rhythm just to foreplay as you wish to soak me another day...
When the climatic
vagaries echoes for the eventual explosion...
When the parched earth is soiled with disproportionate downpour...
When the parched earth is soiled with disproportionate downpour...