Scarlet lips.
Sucked a cigarette.
This windy night.
A lit cigarette.
Found a home.
On a wet, tarred road.
This violent night.
Burning. Burning.
Ashes in the night.
O what a mess!
Unrest in rain.
Awake in November.
Sex and Violence.
The way we fuck.
The way we wound.
Sex and Violence.
Hand in hand.
Like the hag with her fag.
Sex and Violence.
The bitter that always coats.
A tongue tasting of smoke.
Sex and Violence.
Scalded fingers.
Flirting with fire.
Sex and Violence.
In love, so much in love again.
Lost, so very lost again.
Sex and Violence.
Never gonna leave you.
Even when it hurts you.
Sex and Violence.
A cigarette burning bright.
Fading yellow to white.
Sex and Violence.
Feel it. Feel it.
Who is gonna make you cry?
Bhumika's Boudoir 
This one makes me feel down even though its got the word sex in it.
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You are telling me, BFF! Sigh.
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Should switch back to nicotine some time and read this again
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Haha. Okay then. Thank you. Welcome to the boudoir, Bina. 🙂
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Great Poem. Thought I will pimp my own and bask in your glory. This one is called Sax and Violins, and it’s not supposed to be cheeky.
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Bows making love on strings
A blow job on a reed mouth piece
Sax and Violins
When you get so soft
With silkiness in your voice
Long silent sighs yet audible
Those talks long into the nights
And music right for the mood
Sax and Violins
You say we fit perfect
Yet talk of drifting apart
Life is so bloody complex
Like Schrodinger’s Cat.
Is it love or just lust?
Or is it lust and not love?
You fight, and fight tears
You’re angry and very mad
I’m helpless and very sad
I pray for forgiveness
Nervously seek redemption
Groping for words
Silence and time are healers
Sound and fury die like embers
I can see you smile
The orchestra starts again
And the world is a lot better
Sax and Violins
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I don’t know what to say. Thank you so much, darling. Never got a comment like this before.
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