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Tuesday, May 24, 2011


She bit him harder now,
Drew a little blood,
They tossed about,
In the large bed,
Under the high macchar-dani ,
She giddy with instinctive passion,
He, in a dazed half-sleep,
Once almost crushing her with his weight...
At length he was awake fully,
And now he was after her,
And she suddenly elusive,
He turned on the light,
Peering, spectacle-deprived,
Till he found her,
Gently, he neared her from behind,
With his finger squished her red against the cotton netting,
And brought their tumultous affair to an end...


Blogger Somshubhra said...

Nice rhythm! I understand the Culicidaean exploits - but spectacles?

Wed Jun 08, 12:14:00 PM GMT+5:30  
Blogger anant said...

Thanks. Spectacles to give credence to the non-culicidaen possibility...

Thu Jun 09, 09:03:00 AM GMT+5:30  
Blogger Somshubhra said...


Tue Jun 14, 06:45:00 PM GMT+5:30  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

High Like To Priahad


Mon Jan 30, 02:30:00 PM GMT+5:30  

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