Don't Know

Don’t Know
What he does
How he does
Though I know
Why he does it
To me…

With his Teeth
Tongue, Lips
And Mouth.

But -
Whatever he does
Wherever he does
And whenever...
He does it to me.

Ripples of pleasure
Tantalize me
Procreating and Proliferating
All over me:
Zillion cells of
Euphoric Ecstasy.

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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