Of screams and whispers.

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I fell

For night of sighs and moans,

pushing souls of bodies

in meloncholy

of guilts unabandoned,

bodies of heartless,

of desires and lusts,

skins dissolving in hickeys and marks,

of bites and kisses,

blouse on my shirtless bottom,

scrum of fingers

on my blouseless bossom,

untangling tresses in bun,

one wild,

one scorching,

night letting shame

elope,

stockings undressed

on the couch,

bodies undressed

in battle of seduction

of smooches and frenchs,

of gins and rums,

of screams and whispers,

fingers settling

in palms of master,

kisses settling

on places untouched,

not now,

but not now.

Sweats recovering

fiercly on bruised skin,

skin of clothed 

organs,

organs on revenge,

a minute before he scrounged,

an hour before tomorrow,

a day before again.

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