Making Love Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

Making Love



Making love with her,
Is like a nectar,
She loses herself when I move my covetous fingers,
Between her soft pillars.

Her fragrant breath can I feel,
Her firm embrace seems to suffocate, to kill!
I feel that the world is right there,
Between me and her!

When the sugary storm is gone,
I feel like being reborn!

Thursday, May 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: sex
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Md. Ziaul Haque

Md. Ziaul Haque

Sylhet, Bangladesh
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