Make Love To Me

vikas chandra

Why yearns my heart, for the sublime sin
To dispossess, soul’s insolence
For that cherished chicanery, called “skin”
Ain’t lust, lone truth, love, persistent pretense!

I yet again, turn out to be
The slayer and the fêted kill
Why sex, is a scheming quandary
Beyond love and, lust’s unquenched fill!

The twain do meet, o’er a tryst
When talk two fleshes, one-on-one
Who cons, who’s conned, in this heist
Love is, but a game, in lust’s liaison!

Strip off my skin, till my soul’s in sight
Lit up my heart, like a Christmas tree
May a rainbow bloom, in shades of the night
Beyond lust’s spree, Make Love To Me!

© 2018 Vikas Chandra

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