While writing a verse
tingling sensational footsteps
with natural languid smile
like foamy sea
and her inoculate presence
with passionate wavy sound
in squirming and teasing lips
roused him
to swirls of lust
with glowing visage.
Cocooned in her embrace
with inviting curly fires,
yearning moist lips,
whispering murmur
with whimpering gasps
and lusty hunger,
his passions ignited
and with caressing and plays
in soaked pleasures
and transitive acts of ecstasy
they engulfed to dreamy highs
of crazy and frenzied love
with rapturous crest
in deafening tremors
through eons of time
in insane delight.
@ copyright manoj sanyal
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Comments: 9
Honestly I was hesitant to post this poem here. Happy ... that you all liked.
John .. Thanks for your great words of appreciation... I am cherishing.
Thank you all once again.
Yes, you cherish, Manoj. Excellent poem of rapture.
Leah ... nice rejoinder.