Gentle rubbing

Come and cover me,
Naked,put on your body,
As a sheath of genitals.

Dress me up

I am wearing Adam’s dress tonight,
The Eve of your evening,
Dress me up like a twisted band,
I don’t like the clothes,
But ashamed of being naked,
Come close, embrace my skin,
Without any man made clothes,
Dress me up with the body,
That you carry my heart,
Heat me as I shiver in cold,
Give me a tight hug as I tuck,
My head in your chest,touch me,
Teach me, lessons not learnt,
Songs never heard I want to moan,
Play as much as you want,
I will make those drops haunt.

Warm Blanket

 

Shed her leaves,

Silky skin of spicy tree,

Mango fruits hanging.

Hold the breath

the fingers slinking the skin,
lips and hips crushing against each,
the soft pillow of your chest,
making me into the mood of dizziness,
we let fall in each other’s hand,
the hearts are in hurry unto,
making a single body.

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.

Souls are talking

Skins fused as moistened particles,

Numbed as souls immerse each,

Heart beats the cosmic rhythm,

Sinking deep into the cosmos,

Of exploring the life in space,

We know not if we,

Plant the new life,Or,

Already found a new one,

Still we are taking the space walk,

On the inner walls of the delicates,

An orgasmic travel of a new beginning.

Resonance

reverberating hearts cast on,
brims sliding against each other,
love in the slow motion.

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;

An adventure over the couch

Fingers prowling over the skin,
Place of pleasure underneath,
Every layer of cotton thread,

Eyes revelling hips and curves,
Nails unveils the hidden secrets,
Playing the guitar of your spine,

Sniffing your smelling pours,
Nose at its height of erection,
Sharing breathe in lips,

Force of action in progress,
Palms rubbing in blush,
United as a single soul.

Feelings are bleeding

Bleeding through the veins,
drained heart gasps for the air,
those you feed on the lips,
the life forces I tasted in love bites,
making my body flowing in air,
swimming on the clouds,
I try to touch,
those little fingers,
reminds me the tickles,
every node on my chest,
under the arms,
of the hips, along the shoulders,
reminds me, still I am living here.