"The Breath" - A Passionate and Erotic Lyric Poem of Love and Desire

The Breath

Abrar Nayeem Chowdhury

The night is still, the air is sweet,
Where shadows drift and lovers meet.
A hush, a sigh, a whispered tone,
Two souls entwined, yet not alone.

The candle sways with golden light,
A beacon soft, a silent rite.
She moves like silk, a summer breeze,
A touch that makes the heartbeat seize.

Her breath against my waiting skin,
A fire slow that burns within.
Her fingers trace, they tease, they roam,
A journey lost, yet found in home.

She tastes of want, of sin, of need,
A hunger neither dares to feed.
Yet lips will part, and time will stall,
As bodies answer passion’s call.

Her hands are soft, yet firm with claim,
They carve in flesh a whispered name.
Her eyes are dark, they pull me in,
A drowning deep where dreams begin.

She moves, she sways, a siren’s song,
Where I am weak, where she is strong.
Each gasp, each moan, a sacred prayer,
To love that bends beyond despair.

The sheets are tangled, warm and wild,
Like restless waves on seas beguiled.
She takes, she gives, she leads, she learns,
A flame that flickers, flares, then burns.

No words are left, just skin and breath,
A love that dances close to death.
For in her arms, I cease to be—
Yet in her touch, she sets me free.

The night retreats, the dawn must rise,
Yet fire lingers in her eyes.
Though morning calls, though time must move,
Her breath still haunts, her hands still prove.

And even when the world turns fast,
This stolen night, this love will last.
For though she fades like fleeting air,
Her breath remains—it's everywhere.

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