My Little Angel Poem by Praveen Kumar in Celestial Glow

Little angel is my girl,
Goddess Sarasvati herself -
Princess of the artistic world,
Darling of poetry herself.

Golden heart is her metier,
The milieu of love for all;
Mother Teresa in an avatar,
She loves all, hates none.

Delightful bright red rose
In heaven's love-garden,
She spreads sweet fragrance
On all who reaches her.

Young and bright like a spring,
Her love rolls like high flood;
Only loves outside, her stalls,
Or else, it's in endless flow.

She is sweet beyond words,
True blossom in sweet bloom;
She is charm wherever reach,
Full moon in smile in dark night.

She is too high for real world,
Rich dreams alone comprehend her;
She too loves to live in dreams
And spurn thorns and pricks of life.

I lay awake on my bed all night,
Awaiting her presence at my side;
How I desire to embrace her on bed,
So tight that our bones crackle together.

Once my lovely girl is in my arms,
I slowly elegantly mount on her,
Seek her mouth, and breasts to hold,
And one by one unclothe her.

My girl melts like fragrant camphor
In my loving tight arms around her;
She never refuses my wild desires
I madly invest on her tasteful shapes.

I love her sweet body fragrance,
She, my unique body fragrance;
We madly sweep on each other,
Like cool breeze in summer night.

Her bosoms, my temple domes,
I want to ever lovingly fondle,
Brush my lips in endless joy
And forget the world around me.

I yearn to lock my eager mouth
On her tender hungry lips -
Tongues sharing inside each,
Probing and sucking nectar there.

My girl is my precious treasure,
My joy, my bliss and pleasure;
My girl is my peace and leisure,
My heart, my love's true measure.