In the cold blanket of mist

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.

All!
while I lie in bed alone,
in the cold blanket of mist.

By Viraj Belgaonkar

4 thoughts on “In the cold blanket of mist

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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