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Sep 2013
Her guttural moan, a flower blooming from depth,
                                                             primordial expression of pleasure-
no word could ever contain, solipsistic,
                                                                has numerous shades of meaning;
no lexicologist has ever attempted to elaborate,
                                                                     the nuances of that ****** slang,
yet, how does he understand its each exquisite strain,
                                                           so perfectly well, when she whimpers?
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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