The Girl In The Window

Mayank Kumar

Once I saw you, on the open roof

Wet towel hugging you

And wet hair, tied in shapes

and drips of desires on your breast.

Every night when you undress

Slowly and tenderly

Making my heart-beat fast.


Singing songs and dancing shadows

Makes the curves of body visible

wish to shatter my glass of fear

of your window dark and enter

your room like dust with light

to kiss you and drink your love

till the breath left us alone

I wish to be your night-gown

To touch your bosom hug your thighs

to be the winter air

make your nipples harder

and lick until drown in pleasure

and wake next to you undressed.


  • Thank you very much for your interest.

  • Such vivid imagination and that playful act of words. Much wow :)

  • Thank you very much for your appreciation

  • Wow it’s quiet sexy, your poem. :-) My favorite part was, “drips of desire on your breasts.” Keep Writing, Mayanka!


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