PA SALI HA?
an hour of mischief
I sit restless
on one corner;
You stare blankly
at the other.
Drenched in a pool
of confusion
We soar.
With no inhibitions,
crooked aspirations
Of lifeless persuasion
embedded deep
Within passion.
As my lips touch your skin;
And your skin
satiates my spine.
No inhibitions-
A satire of conclusions.
An hour of mischief
In cold December








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