The art of love making is knowing,
What she really craves for and
slowly giving it to her in a way,
That takes her breath away ❤

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बहुत प्यार है ना तुम्हे मेरी
इस मुसकान से..
तो सुनो ना जान ..!!
इसकी वजह तुम्ही हो !!

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Reality will extra ordinary making love with him is exotic.

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"What's wrong with you?? You fit in M' ri8!! Then why this XXXL for??"

She smiled and replied with a naughty look "For both of us to fit in!!"

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Not too many scraps glue at night
On birthdays, candles blew at night

Being far away from each other
Towards you, I drew at night

Not all desires fulfilled amidst daytime
I pour them in your brew at night

The emotions of which I am shy of
I paint them all over you at night

No matter how hard I conceal it
You get all the cue at night

Why is it so dark then, Pranshi ?
Vitality to face life gets born as a hue at night

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On that blissful night,
We both were on the fire
Of our bodily charisma.

Unknowingly our closeness turned
Into the never ending love for each other,
In the next moment our souls were United!

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Kneeling on her knees,
She looked at him,
He grabbed her with her neck,
And softly kissed her with the
glee,
Aroused she moaned a little,
Wild he nudged her harder,
Inhaling heavily, the nectar
started flowing,
The sweeter it tasted and
addicted was he,
The trunk of his love
penetrated inside her caves,
He poured all his love
inside her and she pleaded
for more,
He teased her and nodded
in a yes as if he was waiting
for that moment to
control the bitch inside her
like a beast who owes
her...!!!

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When we make love for the first time
(See caption for full poem)

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Subah se dari hui thi, dar tha us raat ka;
Raat paas aati gayi, dil sehemta Gaya
Ab woh aa Gaya, raat Bhi aa gayi.

Usne jis kadar Kiya pyaar ka izhaar, pyaar uska tha aur izzat meri..
Ab woh karta hai roz usi pyaar ka izhaar,
Par ab na dar bacha hai aur na hi izzat meri.

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Beyond the age old feral masculinity,
let me reveal the supernal intensity;
exceeding all the bars of burning sins,
something more than rough passions,
let me expose the the wild femininity;
maestro, on the top of your erect libido
motions of up & down, those bosoms,
the shivering curves, your sweating cells,
& my cries even more than the moans...

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