One Night Stands.

In sessions of adult amusements and private passions.
In a never before musical,
Dancing in patterns to unknown moves.

I visit the unknown land,
Of a familiar terrain.
A new address,
And its explored resident to be rewarded tonight,
With gifts of wet and the wild.
Growing wilderness – tamed
One vague serpent – tamed.
A course of exotic tastes and experienced consistencies,
Whelming bonds, some slippery slides,
In sessions of adult amusements and private passions.
In a never before musical,
Dancing in patterns to unknown moves.
An attention span of a night-time.
You are my lord tonight, my all
But tomorrow I’ll ignore you.
Think of you non-worthy and virtueless.
Coming thursday I’ll forget you.
By friday I’ll forgive my self and
Saturday I’ll find someone new.

About the author

Mayank Bisht

Clouds, stars, lousy humans and romantic bugs, mushrooms and starfish are what I write about. These verses are fantastical dreams and twisted realities. A rich broth of many secrets, some as is and some tempered with. Be cautious before tasting.