She...
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...
4 Comments:
Nice rhythm! I understand the Culicidaean exploits - but spectacles?
Thanks. Spectacles to give credence to the non-culicidaen possibility...
Aah!
High Like To Priahad
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