Bliss Of Give And Take Poem by Praveen Kumar in Celestial Glow

You're willing, and I'm willing,
Why then there is delay?
Inherent in nature, negative, positive,
Meeting is procreation's play;
Come my love; open is my arms,
Find your snug nest there;
You love my embrace, those passions,
My desires unlocking on you;
We go breathless together in it
While wild passions overwhelm us,
And cry for new avenues for far more.

When instincts call and nature endorse,
Nothing us restrain, never we refrain;
When you, in my nest, and be my bird,
I go full steam like a flooded stream
And drown you in passions, you seek more;
I lift your chin; press the lips to lips,
Indulge on you in flames of desires,
That leaves you no time while I play my game
And leave no space my lips go untouched;
Lo, warm throbs ‘neath your young bosoms,
Those beseech indulgence of my yearning hands.

It's unmanly to refuse woman's call,
And I condescend to your dire calls;
Better leave to fancy than to describe what -
It's wildly joyous, it is pure heaven,
Bliss of give and take, and of giving out;
Gently I unveil nature's stunning wonders,
And in heap of shy, you yield all of them;
Then it's warfare of love's gentle violence,
Both willingly shed blood to satisfy the other;
No feet or head we bother in the focused act
Till both in contentment lapse to sweet sleep.