Nights are warm

Nights she laid beside me,
Heated the nerves and blood,
Breathe exhausted like burnt gasoline,
She scintillated the rhythm,
When her boobs caressed the skin,

I have not left alone any place,
On my body, her tongues glistened –
Like a snow dew falling a tip of leave.
She moved her fingers and it’s
Showing me a melancholy played in nerves.

I laid like a bridge over a stream,
She flows like a water underneath,
Prick of pleasure ploughing her cherry,
Before seeding her desire,
We are breaking the bed.

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She was a pie

Tasted from top to bottom,
Licking like a honey on hand,

Her hands moved along the backbone,
I slipped between those legs,

Found a flowery pink petals,
Gushing the honey out,
It was writing a pleasure poem,
On her thighs wetting the panty,

It was a pleasure night,
Where we fall on each other’s hand,
Dreaming of next round of pleasure.

Quench the thirst

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You came as fresh air,
Wind flowing past your hair,
Your scent stimulates senses,
I long for the poetry in your path,
We are in long distance apart,
When you come near,
I shall bow head on your chest,
Let me make a rest as sweet,
We gonna make a feast,
And will quench our thirst.

The spiritual search

We are searching ourselves,
Entwining heart and soul,
Intertwining body and desires,
Interlacing fingers and feet,
Laying as a plait,
Weaving the cold and heat,
We are searching ourselves,

Till the morning sun light,
Beaming into the cot,
We are searching ourselves.

Every man is a murder of a love

Every love that failed to live a long,
Leaves a pain in the hearts of men,
We fall in chance and dance along,
I cherished the days of being swain,
all our stories ends with a pain;
moments we shared under every sigh,
brings up a joy in a drizzling rain;
And we lost of being a perfect match;

We loved under every tree in the park,
Hands in hand we walked in walkway,
Butterflies we glanced on every block,
you wiped the shadow of my agony,
those days brings me tears in joy.
I never gonna let my love die;
We will miss such a deserved wedlock,
And we lost of being a perfect match;

The love made in each dreams we had,
shed the drops of pleasure in bed,
reminds me those thrills of ride(s);
never forbid my fingers to invade,
the hidden secrets of cozy slit,
of those gentle feathers of fly;
will remind me the births to come;
And we lost of being a perfect match;

Say not those words of goodbye,
Let our hands be united forever,
In every dream we have at night,
Love will live for thousand years;

The glittering stars

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the stars and the moon,
the breeze and the lovely scent,
engulfed the whole room,
fainted bodies of us,
fell on each other’s arms,
we lost in the souls,
taking a warm shower,
in the droplets of sweating,
the night is not enough,
the whole life and days,
will continue to hold,
each other’s fists.

Beneath the bruise

Inches of scratches underneath
Of loin skin and the ache,
Shows me your human appetite.