I smell you.

In the pink pops of
luxuriant lather, creamy
as clouds upon wishful skin,
heaving erratic breathes,
midst butterfly bubbles,
blushing exotic:

those late bedtime baths,
tangled, lukewarm, two-in-a-tub,
heedless of duckie-

a little more closer.

©Mohana Das


14 thoughts on “#002

  1. First off, I wanted to say thank you for stopping by my blog and for the kind comment you left me…
    as for this… WOW! I love your style. It is so alluring, which I love that about poetry. I read your Vintage piece as well and I am just in love with your words. Beautifully penned, both pieces. ♥


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