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The Saree...
How it cossets me Encircling around Round and round Enfolding me Into its complete Completeness…
The first end at the waist Tucks at the bared midriff As a circle of your arms Holding me close As we walk together Through life…
Then pleats freely at my feet Mysteriously swaying, swinging As I saunter, as if With each careful fold You reconfirm to me Your desires for me bold…
Sinuously it encircles And meanders Enveloping my supple hips As I drape my arms Around you, when in deep Deep passion, each other we mould…
To my bosom it possessively Clings and caresses Daringly, the way you Conceal me in your arms With intentions That are impure by far…
The end trails, angel’s wing Flowing free and long As I fly along with you Liberated to float where I may Yet tied to the solemn Promises to each other made…
~Glowing Embers~ 18th June 2004
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