The grass was cool and dark in the night;
Heard her sweet voice of love nearby;
Body smelled as Sandal triggered the pleasure;
She was like a mist moving in the pitch darkness.
Crawling fingers over the body;
Like a snake crawling through the forest floor;
Large her breast, kissed her nipples;
Pleasure was high, more than the heavens.
She has taken the thing in the rhythmic fashion;
Toned melodious strokes of love;
Sang the song of love and pleasure;
The darkness was clouded with music of strokes.
Tasting her lips, tasting her breasts;
Tasting her body, heart pumped fast and furious;
Crawled with pleasure, in the moonlight;
Music of nature triggered the pleasure.
She was restless, crawling with pleasure;
The legs where apart, to open the heavenly door;
The doors where opened, the King entered;
The Queen was in love, kissed the King.
Rose with pleasure of love;
King gave his Kingdom for a while;
She was restless and asked for more;
The King was Sad as he has emptied the wealth.
Queen has taken all the wealth;
Kept in heaven for creation;
Closed the Door of Heavenly pleasure;
The moon smiled to them giving great wishes.
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