Posted by: Ron DuBour | December 7, 2016

I WISH…~by Lopamudra Mishra




While cleaning my meniscus,,
Some blurry sketch punch the clock,
In my stupor,
I hear no lecture,
Nor I see the judges,
Or the practitioners in the court of law,
I see my conqueror of my core,
Simmering in rain,
Clad in yellow chiffon,
She whirl and twirl in my penetration,
I started swinging with her epicurean curve,
Thousand times I clasped her,
Thousand times she swooped,
Her aura doused my sensory glands,
Her hot air stirred my globe,
I desire to rivet her in my vision,
To fondle her spitting image ,
Even though she is in my fantasy,
I am in enamoured with her contemplation,
Yearn to dance with her in out pour.

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