Both touches each other’s face with tenderness

Those big muscles draws other one close

A meet of lips, commoves them deep

Tongues begin passion’s war, pigment gloss


Starring into each other’s eyes,

Glistening bodies in a dark room

Unreeled now, bare and pure

All is gasp of ecstasy, rest is toom.


Forgotten now, the outside world

They meet in passionate need

Wondrously delightless bodies

Desperately ready to feed


Unbuckling of belts, stripping of jeans

Legs wrapped tight around a waist

Actions done with all pace

And then a moment of rest.


Departs with a kiss on phallus

And a lock of lips

One left with a cup aside

To feel and drink in sips.

Rishabh Tyagi