Touching Pleasure Poem by Paramananda Mahanta

Touching pleasure

Come with your pouring beauty
To wet my senses so deep,
Getting through them all at once
And compel them to sip.

My life is rolling round the years
Rubs my skins so thick,
Charge my heart with sensual pleasure
And madness at its peak.

My lungs are pushing always hard
To run for mere bread,
Calm my senses and calm my life
Your pacific lap a shed.

Fan my ears with kissing pitches
And drive me deep and wild,
Lock my senses and open my cages
To make me ease and mild.

Feed my eyes with beauty and glamour
Tender my ears so soft,
Poking you has ended my fuel
Close my future slot.

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Paramananda Mahanta
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