Seeing what..? — — faris rasul

See the ragged child, rubbed against, made a mock of. See the child running on skates, batting so sleekly on a pitch, so heeded. See a stuttering child, running colloquial with his words, making sense out of his place. See the child writing well, reading Dickens, going bloated with that cockney accent. See the child wanting to run wild, weed out moles off the tread, staring at the fast-paced cars. See the child escorted in a car, just washed; going for a play in the court, with his chums of the same age. See the child thinking of not muddying the shirt, and taking home, some rupees for the home, though unwillingly. See the child thinking a lot, see the child making fun, see the child being nothing, see the child being something.

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You with presence solidified. I, dissipated into warming silhouette; wanting you evermore with arms expanded into warring poles. Skimming a warm gaze off of you; feeling the warmth of your flesh; getting ever-tranced into thinking about you. Just being with you. Just be there with you. The forlocks twirled into your smooth scalp and kissing you for a time unbound. Biting your ears, licking your nose, caressing your breast with a touch so soft; as to be presumed as blows of breeze condensed into gliding leaps of love.

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Look at the thighs, so willfully forthcoming
The socks taming the wild display
The flesh translucent, the curves
Impaling
The shine seductive, the chubby
Eruptive
The cross inviting, the hidden
Stroking
Weak at knees, are the mettles hard
Brimming with lust, are the nerves warmed
The laps, the stacks, the packs of desire
Rocking the insides, with a fire so vile!

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