505

505

A Poem by N. An
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When curtains from two bosoms fall

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I pant as we go about 
Quite flushed in your embrace....
My traces tremble..
as our limbs
Carve etches on our bed 
A mirror; peers out at us
Walls echo sounds of mirth..
Our chambers pound in tune with love
we passionately make.

© 2016 N. An


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Hahahah funny name ..... I was really attracted by the title of this poem ..... great work my friend

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Added on May 1, 2016
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N. An
N. An

Karachi, Sindh, Pakistan



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