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Oct 2011
In the mango grove
when we passionately kissed
I ******* guess
you were just back after
picking green pepper cones,
where you tasted pepper
for fun, a bit too often.
The spicy pepper kiss
that spoke of a  rain forest
of emotions to my inflamed veins
left me hot and steaming,
you were asking for more.
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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