I could feel your breaths
On my bare chest,
And your lips ruling the rest,
Lust in this revenge's nest.
The sighs of hatred,
The pain in the drugging pleasure,
And my blood feeding you,
What's more this moribund measure.
Let's play this game to the end,
Let me feel your dark,
In the coitus break,
The armour of your moral torn apart.
Feel me rushing in,
With your heavy breath,
And the heady sound,
Murdering the mystery to the very best.
The daunting light and shimmering you,
Deep in to feel me,
And the desires grew in this sin,
Mortality left in this dead sea.
-Tushar Bhakte.
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