their nectar radiates heat body's smell flames rise their coloured faces-- full moon inciting her silence-- cell phone rings trying to reach through her twists and curves the lips in the crotch drowsiness after a short pilled sleep-- morning sex rubbing gulal between her private parts-- Holi stroke hot on the trail with youth she scales up the heights of dream and leaves me stunned with chill lying in her nightie she wipes the stray raindrops settled on her cheeks transparent in her red saree she tiptoes her first kiss beautiful like sin: clitoral clinch she plays with her body hide and seek in naked dress-- sizzling summer
