Set me free,
From these Shackles which are wielding me down
Make me feel home again.
.
While I sit on top of you
Holding onto your chest
Strip me off from this burdens
Which weighs me down
.
Drench me in your love
Burn me down from within
For its mere body at the display.
.
Tread your hands over me
To the extent you can.
.
Calm me down so that
I am worn out to my last breathe.
.
Let's make love in a way that
It turns people jealous in bed.
.
.
- Sankalp Singh
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