Kuih Kapit Request Letter #16

Greg used the f-word. It must be love.

um, my submission to the luv poem sweepstakes:

first she left us for new dehli
and all that lingered in the air,
'cept loving, lustful, memories,
were the joyous cries of indians there.

upon arrival in kabul
with pashtun kin in peshawar,
i surmise her cousins drooled
like all the men in kandahar.

a full body tan and long black hair,
thus beneath a burqa hid
to steal it from licentious stares,
by decree of mujahid'..

but my bangkok baby,
my phenom phen fuck:
i beg you, maybe
could i try my luck?

please unveil your bush so hairy:
its time i finally lost my cherry.