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.

Bibek Adhikari 

Sonnet by Bibek
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Written on 2018-11-01 at 12:15

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Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
A bold and fascinating effort! I cherish the first two lines as being very strong (the place-names fortify the poem), and I love the phrase "squall/ with happy pain." Where many poets would write about this topic with full frontal crudity, you've wisely chosen to aim for a Keatsian sensuality.