O, o, o,
Promo Exams rushing through my door,
Cramp with extraneous stuff, howst to make past it.
Palm a hand, fingers interwined
Oft close, often yet undisclosed.
Impeccable lust,
Heavy lust for us.
Blithely kisses, oh roses.
Preeti's poems? None need I.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
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