Surreptitiously, I shall desire you,
Hidden eros in the folds of my skin
Up they come with each kiss of yours
Beneath the cupid’s bow, they rest
Humbly, gently, like shreds of frost,
Anarchy on the tender flesh of my lips,
Meandering through icy expectations.
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Ankita is a middle-class Bengali woman whose eyelids are painted with yet-to-be fulfilled dreams. An avowed reader, she only wants to learn and write in life.
