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She
She
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She is that sirimiri
Who wets me.
She is that sirimiri
Who pokes me.
She is that sirimiri
Who nibbles my lips
In the alone road
To coax me
To hold her waist
To guzzle all the love.
Yes,
She is the sirimiri
Who maintains distance
When travellers come.
Sauntering with me,
She unfolds
Many a thing
Through her ethereal lips.
Dropping me
At my door,
She winks secretly
And
I exude smile in return.
