Namaste

by Satish Verma



Back and forth, back and forth culture whores were removing the skin tags from armpits. The private plateaus spurting lemon grass juice. Between kind questions and cruel answers I watch the heat rising... Scanning the leukemic beach the sex drenched hour squirms with pubic pain. Two round hills - firm breasts tucked under white clouds were weary of lip slaves. Namaste, sunset I was waiting for you.

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