Daily Prompt: Delivery

The mouth still taste chocolate

The wrapper you crumbling

In your tender round palm.

The eyes of yours looking

At me as I vice versa.

We both are out of

Cloth–spread like

Cards from a




Me. Drag me

To you. Erase this

Bay. Let me be your

Slave. Say my priestess

What can I do to please you.

And have my freedom delivering

You. Say my priestess don’t

Keep on looking at me

With those hungry

Eyes of yours. I

Beg to you.



Published by Sangbad

A poet, an author, a reviewer--in one word I'm a literaturist (means one who is trying almost everything that Literature is made of). My books are available at Amazon. I'm a Bengali, born and raised in Kolkata, West Bengal.

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