Bombay bad boy
Bringing the heat
So my nostrils water.
I cover my mouth from the dry chillies
And look away sheepishly
From your stare.
The flavours of you are in the sachet like a
Condom wrapper you are protected in the curry
Powder desert that once the water rises swarming noodles
You warm my belly and make me burp
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Author:
preeti (
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- Category: Love
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