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Nov 2016
The bite marks on my neck,
The scarred shoulders she did
with her long nails,
The moans She made when
I nibbled on her neck and
smelt her aroma,
The wet lips
of her I kissed,
The pounding heart,
that answered my desires,
The eyes that gazed
through my soul,
The love yous said,

Shut in the diary
of my poems...
Budhaditya Bose
Written by
Budhaditya Bose  India
(India)   
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