Love-Storms

Madhava, embrace me
Melt me in your arms.
Hold me, crush me
In your love-storms.

My lips hunger
To taste your wine.
Bite me, claw me
O cowherd divine.

My wealth I lay
For you to plunder.
Ravage me, tear me,
Don’t wait and wonder.

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