Let the Sun set on me.Poem. Bhuwan Thapaliya.
Virgin dry is my throat and anaemic the veins that supply my semen to your embryo. I cannot ejaculate a lover’s warmth in your womb nor can I grab your breast as they grasp the deity’s forehead. The lips of the overhead sky bulb are seeping the blood out of me, and my t
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