Her Lover Poem by Ravi Kopra

He is so different
not an ordinary lover,
I could hardly imagine of -
in the middle of the night
when I am asleep as a log,
he starts playing love to me -
his hands move all over my body
they rest on my thighs, slowly move
upward softly, gently and then there
in between, his fingers restless all times.
he gives kisses to me on my cheeks, lips, eyes.
he rolls over me, I get him inside of me, he moves
gently, all in, he bends down, holds his loves in his hands
tips touching tips, held in his lips, his tongue flits like
spring butterflies rushing for nectar to flowers flitting their wings.
the whistle blows, the engine starts, picks up speed fast, at full throttle
it goes, it goes, thunders strike in skies, hurricanes topple trees, tornadoes darken the
skies, wipe out everything in path at the lightening speed while he throttles me, throttles me
and I am annihilated, turned into ashes in the heat of love in his arms around me, kissing me, caressing me.