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A small buttoned ropeway swings
Between the two—
The two roundish big islands;
Lust slips down into the unfathomable pool
That flows invisibly in an untouched zone
Next to the two bodies, fallen apart.
Eyes secretly tread the fleshy floss;
Hands miss the touch yet feel the soft pulp
Against the beating heart,
Legs search their sheath for love scratches
No touch feels stroking the cheeks
As thrilling sparks are dead under the skin!
The head-rest on the bosom is no more
A base, nor fingers are any longer
A soothing, healing balm.
Loving palms have lost those fingers.
Yet a pining heart stealthily smells her:
The love's frozen in each of her hidden pores. |
