Her world was dull and nervy
And then I made my love to her
A feeling she can never forget in her life time.
First I kissed on her lips
And they were a pair of sweet rose petals
There was honey I could suck from deep within
And for an hour I did`nt spare them.
Next I removed her frock
Kissing all the while whatever my mouth could come across.
I removed her bra and found the sweet melons jumping forth
And my mouth had a feast and and hands had no time.
Her breasts are the globes of pure butter
They are soft like the cakes of yester years
As I suck them she raised a cry that
Even Cleopatra might have not made ever.
Her southern treasure was a world of its own
It had a juicy mouth that you would crave for I bet.
It had a sweet smell that resembled a lotus.
As I buried my face into it my mouth had a shiver.
She is a pot of honey, nay she is a bowl of sugar candy.
Where else all these juices come from?
Where else these charms arrive from?
She is a marvel to my mouth and hands
And of course to my love maker pondering.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.