The winter sprinkles the snow flakes,
upon my head and glides to the floor,
I cherish the lily petals from the sky,
Like I am welcomed to the party.
I walk towards a warm room to wrap me,
In a fire blanket upon my chest,
As she stood by the door, I feel,
Her glance turned me on heat.
I chase her like the water extinguisher,
To soothe my body and soul,
as we fall upon the floor and cuddle,
We lay as a intertwined fire and snow,
As I enter her core,
She doused the heart and manliness.
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.
We walk to the place,
Far away from this earthians land,
No humanoids around the eyes sight,
We walk hand in hand.
A breezy place it’s is,
Feathery flowers we feel the smell,
Heart and our beats are high,
We cherish the loneliness,
To shout out the heart filled with.
Moon lightens the darkness into brightness,
Stars gaze in blush looking us,
We hug like a twisted band,
Every inch of us, release the remorse,
That our souls had for years.
Nothingness in mind,
Emptiness in physique,
They might call it making love,
But we feel uniting the soul.
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.
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.
the days we walked on the shore,
the waves that shipped us ashore,
our legs entwined together,
we were busy to gather-
the sands on the lip of the sea,
our eyes force us to foresee,
the future of us ahead,
the responsibilities on the head,
did you forget?
the lips sing the song of love,
we lay naked to the sky,
our parts tuned to rhythm,
the lyrics of our lips,
the musings of the bodies,
the crushing of the skins,
the rubbing of the thighs,
making a loud sigh,
did you forget?
the breezing salty air,
melting the hearts,
trembling bodies of arts,
trying to make a pair,
hands and fingers are caressing,
the love waves of the sea is singing-
the melodies of your moaning.
moonlight is mounting on your body,
making shine of lovely fondling,
behind a silver screen of nature,
we stand, tug and hug each other,
as long as the night is on guard,
we are making love of fervour,
let the moon shed her shower,
we will be wet all over-
with the drizzles of our pleasure.