My mind sometimes goes naughty,
Thinking of playful acts, dirty.
It wants to visit the secret garden,
Where fresh roses bloom in their glory, like eden.
Nectar-like falls I wish to drink,
Till I am full, I wish to sink.
My lips whisper secrets in her ear,
My beard and moustache tremble with cheer.
The skin becomes a tender, yielding ground,
My eagerness starts to move all around.
The rhythm becomes slow, then fast and wild,
Every touch feels gentle and mild.
The air is warm, the night remains sweet,
Our heartbeats sync, our vibrations meet.
My fingers search, what words cannot say,
Lighting fire that lights our way.
Soft hands wander to tease and play,
When our eyes meet, chase the night away.
The world fades, only we remain,
Lost in a union of gentle pain.
Time passes and the world feels small,
Every touch is a joyful call.
In the secret garden, we feel free,
Playing with love, just her and me.
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**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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