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The Kingdom

Poetry By: aruntp
Poetry



It is in the night, that beautiful moments of pleasure arise, drumming with the nature’s beauty. The moon light gives a poetic touch to the events occurring beneath and the entire darkness covers the act of love.


Submitted:Mar 30, 2009    Reads: 165    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


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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