We are two different bodies
Distance to our destination
At an angular distance of one hundred and eighty degrees
But the heart is tied with the same thread.
Your existence in my soul
Want to deny again and again
nevertheless
Enchanting eyes, sensual lips
Enticing breasts in grooves, deep navel
Wide waist, blossoming vagina
The source of the Ganga is a mouth stream
I am lost in you.
I do not run Turkish horse
In every beat of your heart?
If the butterfly itself or
Kamdev said clearly,
I’m not in your love or work,
Those eyelids don’t close thinking of me
That wretch does not call for my touch
That vaginal petal was not wetted even once
In the weight of my sensuality
You can refuse if you want
I will still shout,
Everything is the trick of the gods
And your fear of admitting the truth.
We are two different bodies
Yet we burn in the fire of the same desire.
bayezidhossen 