With soft kisses on my tender lips,
tongue tickling my quaking belly,
and nails lightly raking my sweetened thighs,
she brings me joy.
Oh, what is this?
'Tis love born in friendship,
If This Isn't Bliss
O fat-bottomed goddesses
on each mean street
in starched khaki uniform
in brutal Summer heat
your Rubensque globes both above & below
stiffens near the steering wheel horny male meat
Lady Cops in Mumbai
Was it only a girl who was raped ?
Or an entire Nation was shaken ; mis-shaped ??
In the Luxury Volvo Bus ----
Was it only her or also...
New Delhi shame
If This Isn't Blissby
Motion Picture Soundtrackby
New Delhi shameby
Postcards from Barcelonaby
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