Making Love Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

I am not with me now
Your beauty has kept me charmed
Waiting to feel your bosoms
I like to get bruised and deeply harmed

Kill me with your look
Don't say kind words into my ears
Let my lips get rubbed
Against your thighs till you spill tears

Between your full breasts
I will lay my head to sing and dream
My love lies at the edge of
Your belly, push me with your whim

I am born to live in you
To sip honey from your fleshy pot
Let your moans rise high
With your tight veins you are getting hot