Again With You

By ANIRBAN BERA

It wasn't our first time

Again feeling the high tide,

The night was differently ours & wide

The day had finally come after a long fight.

Her red gown blended with dim blues

Standing at a distance, my eyes glued,

Her bare clean clavicle kept me mute

Our bodies again wanted to play naked loud.

It's probably the thirtieth time we're doing.

But such flesh aroused to be mad at riding,

Pulled down the chain, having a thirsty feeling

jumped over her and my nose blew in smelling

The master of magic curtained up to run the show

The cold but messy spittle made her say, "Oh! No!",

Solely fingers now took charge of driving low

Still, it's loving because we chose to love in our El Dorado

Our last-minute hurry threw far the remainders

scattered sheets and wet lips gulping another memoir,

The curtains were about to down with the last hot flavour,

Us again bonded by a white canvas to repeat this 'Game over'.

Happy New Year!