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She Is Royally Consorted and Orgasmic
Genuflecting specks of passion, stupored,glistening
waltzing gel of probing and probed, simmering
yet tranquil in streams on plateau milky whites,
each rivulet wailing its tale rosy ballad sung,
spasmodic staccato on pitchy highs
volcano erupts hot and high
the writing intensifies etched deep
air is filled with stifled and escaped gasps,
yet neighbors do not seem to arise
faces flushed with oxygen,
blood rushing in good gather
closely entwined they tether
vines riding on each other
sometime this one and at other that
the royal tumble is an intense rumble fumble
victorious apparent is a loser all right
won the fight but lost marrow juice anon
the winner takes it all, bitten lips and contorted (sic)
gleefully smiling draining the juice of the lemon
guess she is royally consorted and orgasmic!
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Shishir Gupta
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