Body shaking
Frost season
The time when you are not near me
My lust is dying.
My thirst is to languish in solitude.
For the hunger of my desire
Distil the lines.
Cook an imaginary poem.
I am myself.
I made a party!
A few lines from that party
I have a treat for your eyes!
Read on..
"Lost"
During the freezing cold
My finger is looking for your finger.
Close me in your chest.
My masculinity is a nest.
To drink your beauty.
My eyes beckon.
Put both hands together.
legs intertwined...
I lean on my chest.
You giggle and giggle.
Let me bite your earlobe.
Put a petal on my neck.
I spread my body everywhere.
Breathless and moan.
May your femininity blossom.
Drown in the flood of pleasure.
Touch your thigh.
Whose manhood is to expand?
Melt the white snow.
fall into you.
Mix in life.
Cool the bodies.
Close your eyelids and let the world forget.
Don't leave till dawn.
It's enough if you're just me.
The mind is filled with pleasure.
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Ahamed Thousif
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Oooo, this was hot and steamy!