Querencia

Can you just remain back for few more minutes

Can I drink the nectar few more drops from your lips

Stay…please stay…I beg you…

I do not want the scent of incense stick to-evening

To enthrall my woken senses…I want yours…

The softness that the moon spread over the monsoon sky

I also denying that to have the softness of your skin, breaths…

Remain…stay on me…be my querencia…

–xx–

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