Random poetries

A poetry is resting on your curves,
with its lines measuring your plateaus and creeks.

A haiku is finding solace in your navel,
with a middle word of second line hanging out like piercing.

Just want to ask,
if you still offer your skin as canvas,
for my lips aren’t finding space to write a prose

Her charisma

She wasn’t the one,
you could loose flirt with at bars and cafes.

She was the one,
you could wait for,
before holding her hand for the first time

She wasn’t the one,
your senses could shamelessly grope.

She was the one,
you could wait for,
to break her shyness in your arms,

She wasn’t the one,
whose curves you could lose yourself in.

She was the one,
whose eyes carried enough foreplay,
to give fantasies an orgasm.

First Time_Erotic

Imagine two bodies,
drowning in each others liquids,
exposing their yin and yang,
tasting pulp with careeses and spanks,
as touch travels through curves and creeks,

a storm emerges and mellows amid climbs and descends,
impassioned bodies learning new bends,
filling all the spaces through which light could pierce,
as their first time akwardness slowly disappears….

Explore but differently..

Lets us take love a step further,
Not just fiddling through the windows,
Not just salivating the lust by sealing the lips,
Not just going on dry humping trips,
Not just entering each other through the usual doors,

Let me kiss your lips on their second address,
While you suck my lone thumb roaring through the bushes,

Let me bury my love in your backyard
And see you bloom in the pleasure,

Let me count your moles with my lips,
While you leave your marks on my ribs,

Let us revise the geometry lessons in your bed,
Explore new angles and formations, and make our love well read,