Making Love Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Making Love



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

Saturday, July 1, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love,passion
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 01 July 2017

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.. deep feeling. It is a beautiful poem on love and passion with nice articulation. Thanks for sharing.

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Anil Kumar Panda 02 July 2017

Thanks Sir for giving your valuable time to my poetry. Regards.

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 01 July 2017

your poem speaks of visual exoticity in a world seeking real ecstasy and your poetry is electric.. at best adultish

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Anil Kumar Panda 02 July 2017

Thank you very much my dear friend for support. Much love.

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