Joy Of Love -Making Poem by Prosanta Mondal

JOY of Love-making

The Sun is setting on the western Zone,
The Moon is falling down the Lane,
The Sun and the Moon took my being,
I am a wayfarer and wayward being,
Sucked to my entire being,
Like a wanderer wandering for you,
Your wild and innocent Love,
I want your love and your budding Joy,
Your violent Joy of sucking My dream,
Your tongue into my forehead and
Your liplock to it,
I want your painful excess to my entire body
rubbing your swollen breasts to my chest,
The day of your being wild with Joy,
Do come and do lie on me placing my erect
soul into Your Loaded heart,
Loaded with Love-Juice and dive
through eternity,
With the warmth of Joy and increasing Joy
Two will fall apart and we will become One,
Oneness through togetherness and through
merciless dancing,
Dance you in my flooded sense and flow
my mind dropping it from top to bottom,
Let me lie on you to know your sensuality
and with harder Joy give you Love,
To make you one with bed like a dead leaf,
To make to cry with painful enjoyment,
To grasp my spirit and beinginto the
cave of your mind touching and rubbing,
Let me drive all that I have to give
you more and more to die with
extreme satisfaction.

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