Poem: Shower

It occurs to her then,
that when as a child,
she would refuse to wash.
After playing in the mud.

Tiny eyes pleading with the parent.
Let me smell mud on me
for a while longer.

And now, as her morning shower,
washes away more
of the lover’s smells away.
She wishes her skin would be stained.
With kisses instead.

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4 Responses to Poem: Shower

  1. “skin stained with kisses instead”. Nice. 🙂


  2. bhumika says:

    back after a long time and good to see this as the first post. Lovely!


  3. yuva says:

    Let me give you
    Let me fulfill your needs
    Nice cars fancy things
    Gold chains and diamond rings
    I can’t give them to you baby
    But I’ll give you kissess.


  4. Aaarti says:

    Wow, that was beautiful….. !!


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