Lust! Art Of Making Love Poem by Sneha Celine

It all started
One day, she looked in his eye,
He felt chills down the spine.
He holds her, pulls her closer;
She slides her hands in his hair,
His hands grabbing her waist;
Faces go closer,
Feeling each other's breath;
He stares at her lips,
Her moves go seductive;
His lips touch hers
And there goes a lust lock.
They don't depart,
They tongues play.
Her hands moved on his back,
Her breasts sway over his chest;
And He is turned on!
He gave back a vampire gaze,
And on her neck he bites.
Goosebumps on her hand,
Its passionate love;
Not one night stand.
She moans!He groans!
As she teases him.
He strips her off,
She rips off his clothes;
He unbuckles her strap
As she does the same to his belt.
The heat increases, they are exposed;
He is her beast and she is his demon.
They are psychotic,
Her nails rip his warm skin,
While he is busy leaving bite marks on her skin.
She bends her leg and locks him close to her body,
He traces her midrib;
She moans again.
He grabs her, bites her, locks her, sucks her down
She goes high,
She turns him over, ties his hand.
She begins the play,
She teases him with her lips
And traces his body with her hands.
Now she moves down,
Her hands on his thighs,
It grows! He moans!
She pulls down the skin
She plays around, teases him, and sucks him down.
He unties and rolls over her,
Parts her leg, moves his finger over;
Smacks her, sucks, plays around.
Ahh! ! And they make love;
Magic happens.
They sweat though the room is cold,
They lick and teases,
Until the other is wet.
Immensely making love till the end.