Fully Exposed

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Loving Tributes

I was

caught

in the grip

of his lips,

our tongues—

dripping with desire—

dipped into

each other’s mouths

with raw passion.



I was

consumed

by his embrace,

his lust-laced stare,

as I watched

fingers tracing

along hidden spaces

eliciting moans

he remembers too well.



He grinned

because he knows

how only he

fulfills my erotic needs,

he sees my wanton

intentions

on display.

I was clothed,

yet fully exposed.

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Afzal Shauq's picture

so romantic poem with visualized effect... well done and I have kept a copy of this poem and enjoy to recited with closedd eyes to feel my lost memories... its really a good one..