When alcohol blurred the lines of morality,
Their bodies touched each other,
Wanting for more, reaching the infidelity,
That touch was fresh & warm & new,
As sweet as honey dew,
His big hard hands hold her soft delicate ones,
Some fire of desires slowly burns,
He looked in her eyes she smiled in shyness,
He couldn't stop but pull her close in the harness,
He bent to kiss her she closed her eyes,
And their lips touched softly lust doesn't lies,
Both going with the flow madly,
Made love till the sun woke up early,
They felt alive but their conscious had died,
Becoming little selfish lust had arrived..!
- Kiran
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