Black silk ringlets caress my hands
As I kiss your clear honey skin
Lying alongside me
A precious living sculpture
Your body answers my call
As I strum your chords in song
Our bodies move as one
In a fluid harmony
I command your body's pleasure
You fear the inevitable result;
Eyes filled with anguish
Heat rising from your core
A tiny skillful hand
can grip me so hard
active participation followed
by passive submission
If only I could take you
Like I should have ages ago
My little Lion, my Ramadevi
When will you let me in?
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