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Mar 2016
She cooks her dishes with such panache and zest,
as if both areΒ Β two newΒ Β dishes for me to taste,
her dainty waist, arrested my eyes,
then the mind ******, thunder thighs,
all I want is to stick to her all over like curry paste.
wicked mind never would let one rest..to fight or surrender?
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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