I am not with me now
Your beauty has kept me charmed
Waiting to feel your bosoms
I like to get bruised and deeply harmed
Kill me with your look
Don't say kind words into my ears
Let my lips get rubbed
Against your thighs till you spill tears
Between your full breasts
I will lay my head to sing and dream
My love lies at the edge of
Your belly, push me with your whim
I am born to live in you
To sip honey from your fleshy pot
Let your moans rise high
With your tight veins you are getting hot
your poem speaks of visual exoticity in a world seeking real ecstasy and your poetry is electric.. at best adultish
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am born to live in you To sip honey from your fleshy pot Let your moans rise high With your tight veins you are getting hot.. deep feeling. It is a beautiful poem on love and passion with nice articulation. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks Sir for giving your valuable time to my poetry. Regards.