Probably you don't know; just now, the
moon is raised up a little, the
rustle creates enigma, in
the wind, there's a
secret of your
somatic
scent,
or flowers know the art of sorcery, the
earth is fascinated; after seeing
the celestial grandeur, in
the diffused light
your shadow
draws
my
masculinity in the crypt of indulgence;
the submissive muscles fear to
touch the fragile and shivery;
the stem of the fragrant
blossom, only the
eyes desire to
touch, the
emerging beauty or the heavenly gift !
I do not know - - -
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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