Adorable - An Erotic Poetry

Adorable

Abrar Nayeem Chowdhury

The night is hushed, the stars burn low,
A silver moon sets hearts aglow.
She stands before me, soft and bright,
A vision bathed in velvet light.

Her lips, like wine, invite my taste,
A sweetness never touched by haste.
Her breath, a whisper, warm and light,
Draws me closer, claims the night.

Her hands are silk, they slowly trace,
A path of fire, a lover’s grace.
She leans in close, her eyes ignite,
A spark that sets my soul alight.

Her body sways, a willow fair,
A rhythm pulsing in the air.
She moves with ease, both wild and free,
A siren's song meant just for me.

Each sigh she gives, a sacred sound,
A music where our hearts are bound.
Her kisses burn, they twist, they tease,
Like summer winds upon the seas.

She whispers low, her voice a plea,
A tender spell she casts on me.
Her nails, they dig, her breath, it breaks,
A need so fierce, the earth it shakes.

She pulls me in, she lets me go,
A dance of love, both fast and slow.
Her skin is warm, her pulse a drum,
A fevered beat to which I come.

The room is lost, the world is blurred,
Yet love is known without a word.
Her touch, her taste, her body's plea,
A silent vow she gives to me.

No dawn exists, no time can end,
For where we go, the stars descend.
She is the dream I long to keep,
The fire that wakes me from my sleep.

And even when the night is done,
Her warmth remains, my only sun.
For in her arms, I’ve found my place,
Adorable in love’s embrace.

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