Slipped your hand in
My pants in the garden.
The first time we
Made it out in the bus.
The way our fingers
Quivered and lips
Craved it all in public
Places-
High on dirty stuff.
High on naughty things
In really inappropriate
Places-
The first time we
Had that unusually
Long kiss at a remote
Bus stop in Pune
At night-
The police caught us
And booked us under
PDA and fined us a
Good 20k.
The whole thing was
Embarrassing.
But what petty thing
Is embarassment?
What a petty amount
Is that money?
In comparison to
The rush of fluids
Of each other's body.
A soul-satisfying
Guilt of a feeling?
What sanity is this
World preaching?
What purity?
And what clarity?
If the cloudy haze of
Sensuality hasn't
Dictated you its evil
Intentions...yet.
What good is love?
And what good is life?
What good was our
Banishment from the
Garden of Eden-
If we didn't fall prey
To the urges of our
Primal sins?