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Nov 2019
Wait for the night to come,
It may not be an actual night,
You know that already, right?
Express your love for the paramour,
Afterwards, take a shower together,
Now sleep well and tight,
Tired from the night.

Wake up next day to find yourself lazy,
Hungover from the last night,
Hold your pen and paper steady,
Or maybe just switch on the internet,
Remember the last night from the gown,
Or maybe from the disheveled hair,
Or from the crumpled bed sheet.

Remember both of yours silent screams,
As you loudly whispered, "I love you baby!"
Then you finally collapsed into each other,
Into the puddle of love potions emanated,
Sticky yet soft, messy yet romantic,
Full of love and potent enough for new life,
Remember that you are husband & wife.
My HP Poem #1798
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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