Todays evening sun
Reminds me of him…
A ‘Him’- lonely, vibrant and distant.
When I bask myself in its glory
To brighten my inner joys,
To enliven my hurting hunger.
I draw him to me, in
The dusk of my glooming room
And sit atop
Mouth on mouth,
Body on body,
Craving, thirsting-
The mundane murmers soaring, sigh
The rumblings
The thrusting
The grieving agony-
The passion, the breathing
Slowly moving.
And then the night steals him,
The romantic notions of sun,
The patronising night, and his stealth.
And all I am left with,
Is a gentle throbbing,
A longing lust,
And my eyes dreaming.
Ps: Please don’t give up on me. I’ll catch up with you guys very soon.
Moushmi Radhanpara 
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