Love at 18
Love me with all your love if you desire,
Take me to Chobhar or Sundarijal,
Kiss me until my loins flare up with fire,
Grope me again and again till I squall
With happy pain, with rapturous sea-swell.
Fondle my perky nipples, my soft teats,
Roll over your thick tongue, and make me dwell
The boulevards of Shangri-la—great feats
Of bliss, delight and peace! Let my parching
Heart slowly get cooled by your honeyed breath.
Let me drink euphoria from the spring
Of your blooming youth, your sweet twentieth
Erection; and seek the great swell of love
With my warm mouth on you there and above.
Sonnet by Bibek
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Written on 2018-11-01 at 12:15
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