As a cloud of sweat I sprawled above,
writing poems inside her with all my love.
Looking down I saw her face as a full moon,
and her lips resembled a crescent moon.
Even in pain, with a smile of content she gasped,
often with all her love my right thigh was clasped.
Night flowed; as her fingers swirled through my hair,
by evading blinking, deep into her eyes I did stare.
In the lustre of sunrise we both saw our bed
in the colour of sunset, by the virginity she shed.
Vishnu Pranam
Good one Vishnu! Intense love depicted.
Nice one.😊
Nice poem