Virgin

It’s you who won’t let me
In
I tried knocking
I whispered too polite
“This isn’t a good idea”
And the                       crystal skyline
There…
Obscured
Tasseled screams
Surrounded by pale smoke
And glittered flesh

Blue    Octaves
My inexperienced palm

Danced into you and I heard
You were
Grateful for                    strobe effects
A pink
scent of                 moist

exposure
“Breasts I              caressed
Retractable”
My tongue draws        Areolas
She drew                   back
words lost in silence
I knew
a dark

Corner.

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A.R. Minhas 2016

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