Friday, April 11, 2014

THE LAST SONG OF DUSK

Firmly he cups her enchanted breast
As his tongue envelops her bare earlobe.
Willingly she arches back against him
While his fingers sensually probe.

Between fervent kisses and goosebumps,
He laps up between her quivering thighs
Gingerly, that sweet-salty nectar of life
And catapults her to orgasmic Paradise.

Blanketed in each others' sweaty arms
She claws him zealously back into her
Like two starry souls entwined as one
While the world turns to a chirpy blur.

Gleefully she sings the forbidden song,
Of angelic pain and devilish pleasure.
As he spills his Love inside her, she
Holds him close to Heart for good measure.

3 comments:

Rahul said...

brilliant man!!

wilson said...

nice one dear.. a good poet brings out all kinds of feeling and give stenghth to his poem. u have succeeded in that

Jisha said...

good. very good.. i liked the last stanza

Gleefully she sings the forbidden song,
Of angelic pain and devilish pleasure.

Is it your first experience?