No Magic Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is always manhood
That does all good
To woman of desire
With sweet words to admire

I keep guessing
And missing
Her sweet memory
With little worry

She has never missed
Single moment to please
I have always dreamed
My eyes look at and remain beamed

She is no magic
Yet serves basic
She is good at art
For being inseparable part

All women may be doing same
As I do with her to claim
My dominance in sweet act
She recognizes this face

I raise her and carefully drop on floor
She takes care to close the door
We are intimate in every action
Her only motive is to offer satisfaction