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MY FIRST NIGHT
MY FIRST NIGHT
She entered my room,
Wearing saree of silk,
And stood before me,
Holding a glass of milk.
I took off the glass,
And asked her to sit,
I touched her hands,
And shivered little bit.
I stared at her eyes,
And we had a hug,
My heartbeats got fastened,
And raised up my plug.
We shared the milk,
And switched off the light,
I put off her blouse,
And pressed them very tight.
Wild were my actions,
And loud was her moan,
At peak was my excitement,
when her seal was torn...
-Sharat Kumar.V
She entered my room,
Wearing saree of silk,
And stood before me,
Holding a glass of milk.
I took off the glass,
And asked her to sit,
I touched her hands,
And shivered little bit.
I stared at her eyes,
And we had a hug,
My heartbeats got fastened,
And raised up my plug.
We shared the milk,
And switched off the light,
I put off her blouse,
And pressed them very tight.
Wild were my actions,
And loud was her moan,
At peak was my excitement,
when her seal was torn...
-Sharat Kumar.V
Published 6th Oct 2013
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