Ashesh Thapa Magar
'The First Touch' - Poem by Ashesh Thapa Magar
The choir of bamboo's
Blowing the cool wind;
The river flowing
With melodic tune;
With these all pleasant
Me laying on a grassy land;
Waiting to her
She came like hesperus
Wearing over coat lace
With open hair blowing by air
With innocent face and sweet smile
Came near and nearer to me
Where I could feel her;
Her hot breath and heart beat...
In her wondering eyes
I saw the silence feather of sea
Where my passionate love lies...
So, without a single word
Slowly I pulled out her over coat lace;
Slowly... and... slowly
I make her totally natural
By the shy;
She turned back; hiding her face
By glamorous fingers...
But she was trembling slightly by fear...
I caught slowly and pulled her hand down
And kissed on her lovely lips
Where my hands were moving on... an... on...
On her smooth and mountains chest
By my sensitive touch
Her face expression was changed...
And she was totally dead
She tried little to escape from me
But she was unable
And there was no way...
So, like a coward
She wants to hide
Therefore she hugs me...
Tightly on her arms
Where her charming chest
Gave me pleasant warmth
Where her silky hairs
Laying and playing on my shoulder
Like a grass blooming on the land.
So, I kissed and loved...
Her mysterious; smooth and sensitive parts
From face to over the leg
As a response
She blinked her eyes...
Kissed and waved her smooth hands
Over my chest and on my shoulder
I felt pleasant; and more pleasant...
I felt the new and wondering smell...
Coming from her mysterious body
Mixing in the air...
But suddenly I saw...
Little bit tear rolling...
From her eyes
Her heart beat was going...
High and high
Her lips was moving up and down
Like a thirsty person moving on a desert.
With my every kiss
She used to pop out
The wonderful sound
She used to close her eyes
Which make me more emotional...
And more curious to know
So, I gone on... an... on...
In my every kiss
I felt that our love was
Growing and blowing with each other...
Because she was with me
Giving me full support
I though she too felt so...
Pleasant and satisfaction same like me.
But suddenly I saw...
And came to know that
She doesn't felt so...
Because the little bit blood was flowing...
From her lovely and sensitive part
At last she gave me a satisfaction smile.
My first touch
Became remarkable movement...
For my whole life
She felt pleasant pain...)
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