My Soul: A Passionate and Erotic Lyric Poem About Love and Desire

My Soul

Abrar Nayeem Chowdhury

The night is thick with honeyed air,
A whispered touch, a lover’s stare.
The moonlight spills on tangled sheets,
Where breath and pulse in rhythm meet.

She moves like fire, slow and bright,
A flicker lost in endless night.
Her lips, a song of silent cries,
That steals the breath from midnight skies.

Her fingers trace my skin like streams,
Soft currents pulling deep in dreams.
A whisper melts upon my chest,
A storm subdued, a heart at rest.

Yet passion’s tide will rise again,
A hunger wild, untamed by men.
Her voice, a spark, ignites the air,
A call to touch, a bold affair.

Her body bends like willows sway,
A dance where shadows slip away.
Each sigh, a note, a symphony,
That drowns the world—just her and me.

The velvet dark, the tender ache,
The way our bodies twist and break.
Like roots entwined in fertile ground,
Two souls, one fire, no end, no bound.

She drinks my love, my want, my sin,
Consumes me whole, then starts again.
The morning nears, yet we won’t part,
For she is carved into my heart.

No words remain, just heat and grace,
The way she holds, the way we chase.
And though the dawn may stake its claim,
My soul is hers—she knows my name.

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