Bombay bad boy

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