There is a spark,
'tis not a fire still.
The cup is dry yet,
waiting for wine to fill.
The seed's been sowed,
How is there love, otherwise?
The flower will bloom like,
The desire 'tween my thighs.
The spark can be a fire still,
Burning brighter than, the light of day—
The soul is frenzied but when, the heart
will rest, the legs will find their way.
The spark can be a fire still,
The spark will be a fire still...
Anirban Kapil Baishya(16/1/2012)
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