Insecured Smoke
Your sun-tanned skin,
On which I am high,
Those curls and smoke-stained lips—
Have drugged me long;
Wet afternoons and your hazel eyes—
Immersed me into the foggy fountain!
Our body fluids are well acquainted,
Yet our minds are lost in an intoxicating fume!
Submitted to: Some Kind of Sensual Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
Written and submitted on: 04/06/2020
Copyright © Jhinuk Mukherjee | Year Posted 2020
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