Mangalsutra should be the only piece of jewelry
On you
When I make love to you
The woman who isn't mine
Yet the woman I loved
The sight of it
Dangling between your breasts
As you graze on my flesh
Your musky juices
I relish it more
Than your taste
When you pour yourself
On my lips
With the mangalsutra
Stuck to your chest.
©LR
This one is as if you just read my thoughts and poured it into words. Last of the words teasing my mind for more, as if no length of your poetry could quench my thirst
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