It was last year
On a pleasant day in June
I suddenly realised
That I was home alone.
I searched the house
Thoroughly, up and down
But saw that my missus
And kids were gone.
To give my wife a call
I picked up the phone
But to my amazement
There was no ring tone.
The receiver pressed to my lips
I was thinking where to turn
When I heard the sound of kisses
Coming from the telephone.
There followed a voice
So sweet you cannot imagine
Whispering my name
Over and over again.
Although it was wierd
I shed all inhibition
Thinking of what would follow
I got turned on.
I kissed it back
And it gave a low moan
But when I held it tight
I definitely heard a groan.
Right then a ferocious bite
Woke me to a sunny morn
For while I had been dreaming
I was chewing up my dog’s bone
Love
Joydeep
PS Don't let your dog share your bed
About the Authors:
We are all from SPHS - Calcutta - 78-80 batch. Feel free to read and comment.
Joydeep: Johnny Doc - fingers when not probing a patient plays with the keyboard to churn out exotic and sensual lines - perpetually in love with Kat
Subhashish : The Guy with the Golden Voice who occasionally writes amazing lines to touch you deep within
Sandeep: King of One-Liners who shares with B'day with Robi Dada
Soumen: TT Champ - tossing words here from his keyboard - master of anything he does !
Chayan : The IT Wizard who paints dreams and writes with a pen dipped in deep emotions
Arup: A bag of mischief from which some lines escape to make it to here sometimes
Arvind: Makes movies to move you beyond imagination and collects awards as a past-time
Debashis - The perpetually drunk poet
Joydeep: Johnny Doc - fingers when not probing a patient plays with the keyboard to churn out exotic and sensual lines - perpetually in love with Kat
Subhashish : The Guy with the Golden Voice who occasionally writes amazing lines to touch you deep within
Sandeep: King of One-Liners who shares with B'day with Robi Dada
Soumen: TT Champ - tossing words here from his keyboard - master of anything he does !
Chayan : The IT Wizard who paints dreams and writes with a pen dipped in deep emotions
Arup: A bag of mischief from which some lines escape to make it to here sometimes
Arvind: Makes movies to move you beyond imagination and collects awards as a past-time
Debashis - The perpetually drunk poet
2 comments:
Oh! MAN, This is the underground
I longed to hop around.
You guys simply rock
inside or outside the block
Let me in, let me in
Swear I have the keys
I know how to tackle
all the bumblebees.
Welcome Sarbojit !
Welcome to unadultered, uncensored, un-moderated pure fun !
Debashis!
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