Sunday Sin
Her name is Joy and her walk is coy. She is the smile of gloomy Sunday morns
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Addiction
It was the tender touch of his hands, That had me craving for more,
The Cry Won’t Last
I need an embrace, How I want to see your face,
Dick For My Wife
It all started with a sag off from work, Free rides and gifts not to be mentioned.
Whispers Of Dusk
Amid the evening breeze and criket chirps, Her soft breathe clothes my neck,
The School Crush.
He used to peep through the panes, Outside the class lanes he waited,
The Girl Next Door
In my balcony every morning, Eyes stuck on one side, but my mind in a faraway place.
Valentines Vow
Rose has been my fantasy since I knew lust, her crafty smile has cast a spell on me,
Sin In The Farm
I have been robbed of my treasure. It all started yesterday in my routine farm checks,
My Wife's Sister
I married an orphan. As nature depicts she has to take care of the siblings,
I Will Marry A Widow
January Ring out the old year and ring in the new
Rusted Lust
Lust? When did we last lust,