Shundori Latte

I rise with you in my mind,

For a night’s rest wakes me withdrawn

From that body of fragrance of which one inhale

Could cleanse the palate of any man,

But this blend is specifically for me,

Handpicked by the Goddess Voluptuous

And roasted in the flames of the fruit of passion,

Mishti lips yearn for their first teasing sip

Of frothy pillows of comfort

Resting above the drippings of brown lust

Encased with a mug of sensual silk.

My Shundori Latte,

She invigorates my being.