Secret Desire: A Passionate and Erotic Lyric Poem of Love and Longing

Secret Desire

Abrar Nayeem Chowdhury

Beneath the sky so dark, so deep,
Where lovers wake and none dare sleep,
A whispered breath, a touch so light,
Stirs embers smoldered in the night.

Her voice, a breeze on summer’s skin,
Invites me close, then pulls me in.
A look, a glance, a knowing stare,
A game of want—a sweet affair.

Her fingers dance along my chest,
A quiet fire, a soft caress.
Each touch, a spark, a lover’s crime,
A stolen moment lost in time.

The moonlight spills upon her face,
A silver glow, a silk embrace.
Her lips, like wine, so rich, so deep,
Unravel dreams I long to keep.

She whispers low, a secret sound,
A promise held where hearts are bound.
Her body sways, a tender tide,
That pulls me in and won’t divide.

The sheets are warm, yet flames arise,
Reflected deep within her eyes.
A hunger raw, yet soft and slow,
A need we barely dare to show.

Yet fingers trace forbidden lines,
As lips confess in breathless signs.
The night unfolds, the stars bear witness,
To love that burns with sinful fitness.

Her name escapes upon my tongue,
A melody is forever sung.
A sigh, a gasp, a tangled grace,
As time dissolves in her embrace.

No walls exist, no world remains,
Just skin and fire, love unchained.
Her touch, her taste, her whispered plea,
A secret only meant for me.

The dawn will come, the night must break,
Yet in my bones, her touch will ache.
For love like this leaves marks untold,
A fire that lingers, never cold.

And though the sun may stake its claim,
She'll haunt my soul, she'll breathe my name.
A whispered breath, a touch so light,
A secret burned into the night.

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