thought i wud post my earlier poetry for competition here coz my friends think..thats good..n interesting too...for competition to make love... it starts with whieprs but sometimes words get disperse and then distance to reduce soft caress to seduce rose petal of lips tender curves to kiss black magic of whorls hair in entangled curls every heat to burn every pleasure to yearn the curves that tease their bareness to please in the cascade of a moan the passion gets grown with the silk of thighs taking to the highs the crumpled bedsheets and hunger for heats a virgin desire deep down playing with fire a secrete way of pleasure moisture of love to treasure mesmerising tantalising can not stop pleasure that gets rising and then.. depth like rivers pool of shivers n ocean of quivers...
