And We Make Love, All Thru The Night


vikas chandra

Between us, stands our nudity
That wild cat gaping, like a blight
We clasp, our lost impunity
To sin our souls, to our hearts’ delight
And we make love, all thru the night

You ain’t just four lips, and two breasts
And me just not, my manhood’s might
Two souls dissolve, in spent conquests
That love lay bare, in black and white
And we make love, all thru the night

You still, smell of sweat, of last solstice
And me, semen, of that first twilight
Where ended, our passion’s pure bliss
To chase a fury, wants ignite
And we make love, all thru the night

Don’t care to ask, how long will last
In dying moon’s lap, this fleshly rite
Your flag, upon my falling mast
On the tomb, of immortal parasite
And we make love, all thru the night

© 2016 Vikas Chandra

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