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Night Call
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Night Call

Poem By Tiku akp

Yeah, I can hear the knock on the door,
As you wish, I am spreading the sheet on the floor,
For, in the prime of your youth, you need to go wild,
In this moonless night, you won’t want your passion to hide,
You need space, to dance and play, as wide as the earth,
A fire is to be tamed that has been smoldering like cinder in a hearth,
Snuggle into me slowly and silently like a poisonous krait,
Wish our friends, ‘Good Night’ and let us make it a perfect date.

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