What to do?
What not to do?
When you come close to me,
I don't know how to do.
Yes, I am that cassanova,
Who usually last enough in bed,
Loud moaning and ladies deep breath,
Are feathers of my cap.
But infront of you,
I am just a noob or just a boy,
Standing infront of that sexy teacher,
Which makes me to feel like a toy.
Your deep cut blouse,
And your shinning drape,
Nose pin and bindi at your forehead,
Makes me mad, that even I can't handle myself.
I am happy to be boy again,
I am happy to play the role of toy again,
Whenever you want to teach me,
I want to be the reason of joy again,
You teach me how to give passionate kiss,
You teach me how to drink wine of cajjeta again,
You teach me how to make you mad,
By giving just a touch around your waist,
You teach me how to continuosly stroke,
You teach how to bore deep inside you hole,
You teach me reason of loud moan,
You teach me how to make you feel satisfied.
I am happy to be your boy again,
I am happy to be reason of joy again,
Atleast I am learning some trick,
To make my cannon fire again.
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Bed Stories
Remember that night when we are high,
Remember that night blood is flowing fast,
Chest is now swollen up,
Heartbeat is at our peak
Our lust is shooting high,
We both feel adreline inside,
Bed is about to get on fire,
We both were hungry,
So we started eating each other on bed,
Teeth marks are now on body part,
But now bites are shooting dopamine,
That increased rate of strokes faster,
That increased our moves inside bed.
Manhood and feminism is getting cross-over,
Which increased friction and heat inside our sole,
Someone is need to provide wetness,
Someone need to makes us hold,
Else at end our body will be vapourised.
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हमें तो हमेशा एक होना लिखा था।
तुमने बिस्किट बनने की जिद की ,
तो मैं चाय बन गया।-
Am I addicted?
Yes! I am addicted to you.
Your body essence,
Your wicked smile,
Mole on your lower lips,
Your flat curve belly,
Oh! my goodness,
How much am I obsessed with you?
I want to feel your loud moaning,
I want to be your reason for loud moaning,
I want to feel your body heat,
Your bosom,
Your lips,
Your ejaculating honeypot,
Are more than enough to feel drunken,
Then to drink any vintage champagne.
I want a consent form signed by you,
I want you to be totally mine,
I desire that even your soul,
Doesn't interrupt me when I am close to you,
I wish that even your mind not allowed to think,
When I am around.
I don't know why people called me a sadist,
But I think I am just a dominating man.
You have always been an unsolved mystery for me,
That has many layers inside,
I want to unknot all the layers,
And if it's problematic, I will cut it with a blade,
Pain and pleasure are part of the human race,
Then why feel it separately,
We can enjoy both of them during our fornication.-
नजर ने मेरे नज़र को ऐसा देखा,
देखोना मेरे नज़र को कैसी नज़र लग गई।-
मेरी खामोशियां भी अब बोल उठी है।
मेरी आंखों में उठते तूफान को देख के,-