The Tickler Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

The Tickler



Just make me bathed
With the warm you planted
Within your passionate
Fleshiness

Just your bitten skin
The morbid lines
Time made with
Fluent cruelty

Just once dance
For me alone...
For me alone...

Pranab k c
11/02/2017

Saturday, February 11, 2017
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