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Amit Jotwani

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I wished to drink from your cloud, the rain that drizzles inside, only to find out about the coy river asking for directions. Everybody loves a small flood. Whatever the season, this rain is always welcome. #rain #erotica #PersonalMonsoon #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

I wished to drink from your cloud, the rain that drizzles inside, only to find out about the coy river asking for directions. Everybody loves a small flood. Whatever the season, this rain is always welcome. #rain #erotica #PersonalMonsoon #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

Amit Jotwani

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In your lips, reside moist fields of desire, which I irrigate with the salt water of my longing. A personal monsoon that threatens to overwhelm all our seasons. I love this rain. #desire #erotica #PersonalMonsoon #rain #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

In your lips, reside moist fields of desire, which I irrigate with the salt water of my longing. A personal monsoon that threatens to overwhelm all our seasons. I love this rain. #desire #erotica #PersonalMonsoon #rain #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

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The night our bodies dissolved, two souls made love; was graduation day for lust. No robe for this convocation, though. We created a petrichor of a different flavour with our personal monsoon. Conquering gravity, we birthed a new galaxy along the way. Felt so much like God, no ego intended or implied. #lust #petrichor #PersonalMonsoon #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

The night our bodies dissolved, two souls made love; was graduation day for lust. No robe for this convocation, though. We created a petrichor of a different flavour with our personal monsoon. Conquering gravity, we birthed a new galaxy along the way. Felt so much like God, no ego intended or implied. #lust #petrichor #PersonalMonsoon #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

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Your clouds, my rain, our own personal monsoon, a simple recipe for a season of contentment. #clouds #rain #PersonalMonsoon #yopowrimo18 #yqbaba

Your clouds, my rain, our own personal monsoon, a simple recipe for a season of contentment. #clouds #rain #PersonalMonsoon #yopowrimo18 #yqbaba

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That scorching summer, six months into our marriage, is forever etched in my mind. Scarcity of water in the lakes had compelled the authorities to curtail the water supply by 50%.Ours was an arranged marriage, hence physical intimacy was fleeting & awkward. This lack of touch was getting to me . The water situation got worse, we started receiving supply every alternate day. We were taking bucket baths those days, as showers consumed a lot of water. Since there were only two buckets left to last us through the day, I suggested we shower together to save water. (Continued in caption) Since we were both working, time was at a premium in the mornings. Even though you found my suggestion a bit unnerving at first, you agreed to my utter delight. So we stood naked & close in the bathroom with me pouring small mugs of water on our thirsty flesh. Two mugs later, I realized that the potent combination of cold water, liquid shower gel & burning skin had started a happy war. Your flesh, similar to mine, was thirsty & hungry. In that rented flat's tiny bathroom with a carpet of chipped

That scorching summer, six months into our marriage, is forever etched in my mind. Scarcity of water in the lakes had compelled the authorities to curtail the water supply by 50%.Ours was an arranged marriage, hence physical intimacy was fleeting & awkward. This lack of touch was getting to me . The water situation got worse, we started receiving supply every alternate day. We were taking bucket baths those days, as showers consumed a lot of water. Since there were only two buckets left to last us through the day, I suggested we shower together to save water. (Continued in caption) Since we were both working, time was at a premium in the mornings. Even though you found my suggestion a bit unnerving at first, you agreed to my utter delight. So we stood naked & close in the bathroom with me pouring small mugs of water on our thirsty flesh. Two mugs later, I realized that the potent combination of cold water, liquid shower gel & burning skin had started a happy war. Your flesh, similar to mine, was thirsty & hungry. In that rented flat's tiny bathroom with a carpet of chipped