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  • Writer's pictureAishiki Chakraborty

Pious Love.


The night was cold, And so were our hands; A sin was about to escape-- Within the sealed doors, Beneath the canopy, Our naked souls met. A forbidden love, a culpable thirst, a carnal hunger welled in our hearts; With firm and zealous grasp, Our two, warm bodies touched. Her breath was fire and so was my skin; Passion exuded our eyes, It was naive, it was pious, it was love in disguise. Our two, soft lips met, That of the blossoming flowers: A star was born; An inferno was bred-- Raging the laws of Universe. Smouldering blaze was dripping down our legs, Damping the sheets wet; Our mind was ignorant, Our body was numb-- And we rested in an oblivion state. The society will curse us, and so will the Omnipresence, Yet the pyre of loathing seemed minuscule significance. Let them come, let them see-- For little did we care; As the bonding of our hearts, has traded numerous fears.

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