For You, With Me

by Aparna Chatterjee

The Touch of my Bosom
On your Chest,
I'll wait for the day
When East meets West.

The Feel of my Fingers
On your Face,
Making Love
In a lilting pace

My Lips on your Mouth
Suckling Slow,
As if they have
Nowhere to go

My Hands on your Arms
Sliding through
Panting to glide
All over you

My Smell and your Sweat
Mingling in
For us to feel
The passion within

Your Body, A Paper
My Passion, A Poetry
With Love I Write,
How You Fulfill Me

You spurt out
And I give in
Tell Me, My Love
Is it pleasure or sin?

17-Apr-2005

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