As you painted the canvas of neck
With all your pointed teeth
With your fingertips you charred my soul
With the burning blood in my soul
My desire burnt, I begged for more
He caressed with his fingertips
He caressed me with his touch
Our fingers clasped together tightly
Locked into each other as meant to be
And then we melted into one another's destiny

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तुम चाँद क्यों नहीं बन जाते हो
कुछ नहीं , मेरे साथ तो चलोगे
हमेशा हर जगह

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हाँ मैंने याद शहर देखा तो नहीं है
अब वो वहां जो रहते हैं
इसलिए मुझे इश्क़ है
उस शहर से और उनसे

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The urge to rest my head against your chest

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हर रोज की तरह आज सुबह भी बाजार सजा था
आज फिर वो चले थे अपने शरीर को बेचने

हाँ ! एक मज़दूर चला था अपनी " मज़दूरी " बेचने — % &

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Your fingertips, plam and you ;
Those ticklish touch for sure
Those groping fists phewww!
Those running; thrusting fingers
Rubbing hard between petals ;
Those moans when table shivers,
Ah ! Oozing steam off the kettle .

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Our rubbing due to friction
Gives rise to my sensation
You're nothing but addiction
Your passion, my domination
You're my intoxication
My desires , my succession
My softness for suction
Our chemistry has no equation
Umm ! Me on eruption
Ahhh ! With satisfaction

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I wanna be fucked till we can see
Passion
In the air like visible smoke
Billowing from our skin and sin

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ना पढ़े गए ना समझे गए
मेरे ख्वाब कोरे कागज से
नाजाने कहाँ खो गए

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Kisses trickling

down spines

start fires.

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