Tag: sex

On Frankaffe, Sushrut Munje attempts to explain the necessity of indulging in the promiscuous river, if only to get to the other side. Sex cleanses you.

The Necessary Indulgence

You attempt to swim through the raging river and stumble a bit. It threatens to take you away with it and you lose your footing a few times. You take a dip, feel it the way it has been described, attempt to tame and fail miserably. The river knows no land. You seek land. But you belong to the river. How dare you dream of something the river does not understand? It attempts to overwhelm and a weaker man may falter Read more →

On Frankaffe, Sushrut Munje writes poetry on the reckless nature of tumultuous passion, quite like unplanned yet ecstatic spurts of acrylic on canvas.

Reckless

When the moon shines bright, it’s a good night to fall in love. Her words set the tone. Do you smell the summer spice in her hair? Feel the wind hug you in its entirety, and her. When the scent of the night flowers lays insistent, it’s a good time to fall in love. Taste the rain, do you, it comes like she does, slow and heavy, wet and thirsty, you gasp like you have never had. Read more →

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