Perverted thoughts in my mind,
in the cold blanket of mist;
Dreaming of bodies entwined,
wet lips I have kissed.
Sweet skins I have tasted,
sweat dripping love that was made;
Heart beats that were wasted,
between the games that were played.
The fluorescent smell of sunshine,
the rays lighting our faces;
Creamy thighs and orgasmic cries,
echoing through my minds spaces.
while I lie in bed alone,
in the cold blanket of mist.
By Viraj Belgaonkar