Like every Dusk
Today
She stands by the Lighthouse
her eyes glaring at the night
Dimming with the Dawn of Night
The night of Yearning entreats
Sari clad
Bronze Torso..
Eyes like black Diamond
She licks her lips
Sweet Memory
savours the
salty navel
she feels her leg pulsating
the head throbbing in harmony
Her anchal falls
The thick matted hair
Memories of coarse hand
Has'nt combed it off
at all
From the emptiness of the blue expanse
He rises from the sea
They are locked in a trance
Arms around
Head buried in a matted mass
He carries her to Eden
to Nightfall!
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