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Apr 2014
She leaves a scent for me when away.

On those lonely nights I take her to bed
Taste the nectars of her womanhood
Till I’m all over her vermillioned head!

Hear her heartbeat in sleepless night’s crumpled sheet
Re-spinning fantasies of wild dances long forgotten
And I gasp in that ecstatic rise and fall in unbearable pain
Melting me into her onto her inescapably besotten!

She leaves a scent for me when away.

She takes me to the bed with her
On her forehead a moonbeamed star
Burning me like newly wed!

*A woman never fades even on the empty bed.
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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