Snapshots

by Ramendra Kumar

Your memories
Like rodents
Ferreting out
Tiny morsels
Of
Succulent images'.

The hot tea
At the dhaba
On a rain soaked
Morning.

The steamy kiss
In the car;
Our hands,
Groping for eager flesh.

Your hungry mouth
On my impatient pride
Taking me
On a roller coaster
Of highs and highs.

My tongue
Probing your lips;
Sucking the juices,
Savoring the scent,
Of unbridled longing.

The pulsating rhythm
Of our bodies
Etching a musical tattoo
On our souls.

Your memories
Snapshots
Of our
Lust.

30-Nov-2008

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