The way
The saree holds you
I wish
I were in its place
The way
It embraces your sensuality
With feathering thirst
I wish to be the breeze
In its place
The way
It absorbs your dews of sudor
I wish it was my tongue
Licking you all over
You
And your sarees
And the tales they weave
Escalates my desires.
©LR
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