Moans Under The Moon (a poem)




Moans Under The Moon by ©® Madhulika Mitra

The moon looked through
The veils that hid our secret dance
On the beds of sands and dried roses
Our moans under her silent howls
Bellowed a symphony of the risen beasts
The drooping shy eyes that hide
The revulsions of desires underneath
Turns even the mellow scents
Into wildflowers.
This poem is for #eroticpoetrychallenge on Instagram.
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