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Ishq

Who sits
For an hour or two
Bound —

Wide-eyed, enraptured
Hushed, absorbed
Hanging on — every word
Taking in
Each twitch

Spellbound — at each pause —
About to come

Filled up
Welled inside
Right on — edge

Yes, yes —
Yes

That’s it —
Mor e —
Don’t stop —
Reveal

Your fire
And light
The flesh —
Lay bare
Your all

O’ my Lord

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