This is one more collaboration with the sweet Neeraj. Enjoy!

Dew drops from your trembling lips,
I pick one by one as I kiss
to rub all over your face.
“Suck my kiss”.
“Squeeze my lips”, you beg.
“Make my lipstick melt away.”
Unhook your clothes.
Undress yourself.
Leave nothing, as they slip away
from your skin.
Tell me everything.

Tell me, how does it feel
to be craved in such a distance?
Smudged lipstick
leaves marks on my flipped palm
same way
your words leave an imprint
in my mind.
Brush your skin
against my naked bones
whisper to me,
if you like the taste of my hipbones.

Feel me running my hands
all over your wet skin.
Feel it
as I’m embracing you,
like a hot water swathe.
Feel my tongue
all over you neck,
inhaling your aroma
as our hearts race.

As my face goes
in between your thighs,
don’t stop
with your seducing voice.
Hold tight,
when I swirl my tongue,
let the pleasure arise
as we progress towards the heights.
Tell me if it doesn’t suffice.

Open your eyes,
hurry up slowly.
Your skin is burned with words exchanged,
your blood is hot,
the colour of my cherry lips,
that whisper sentences of distant passion –
into nothing.
An empty room.
The sound of disconnected phone call,
ringing in our ears.

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