Lust Show Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Wish her to

When mind and body is full synchronized
The internal hunger is ignited
It goes for almost completion
When set ablaze with relation

The list tool plays part
People give name of an art
It is nothing but some sort of expression
Whispered slowly in ears with compassion

You care for nothing
Only see something
In seduction
With sex as new induction

It has no backing
No staking
Only timely palpitation
And simple excitation

But mind it
When you are fit
And greet someone known
You wish her to be owned