"All"- A Passionate and Erotic Lyric Poem About Love and Desire

All

Abrar Nayeem Chowdhury

The night is thick with scented air,
A whisper soft, a lover’s dare.
Her shadow lingers by the door,
A flame that calls, a need for more.

She steps inside, the world stands still,
Her eyes ignite, her touch will thrill.
A single breath, a glance, a sigh,
A silent spark that won’t deny.

The candle flickers, walls fade thin,
As longing hums beneath my skin.
Her fingers trail, a river’s flow,
Where fire blooms and embers glow.

She leans in close, her lips entice,
A taste of warmth, a hint of vice.
Her hands are soft, yet they command,
Tracing paths that love has planned.

She pulls me near, I lose control,
Desire deep within my soul.
Her breath is heat, her pulse is wild,
A storm that’s fierce, yet sweet and mild.

The bed gives way, the night unfolds,
A story whispered, hot yet bold.
She writes her name upon my chest,
A vow unspoken, yet confessed.

Each kiss, a plea, a tender crime,
As bodies blend and twist through time.
A rhythm born of aching need,
Where lips will taste, where hands will lead.

She sighs, she moans, she softly pleads,
A garden lush with planted seeds.
No words remain, just motioned art,
Two souls entwined, one beating heart.

The stars look down, they burn and gleam,
Yet none outshine this fevered dream.
Her body bends, a willow swayed,
A song of love both wild and made.

The dawn will rise, yet still she stays,
A warmth that lingers, never strays.
For even when the night must fall,
She gives me love, she gives me all.

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