ലൈബ്രറി
പ്രൊഫൈൽ
Nature
Nature
1 min
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The breeze caressed the slender waist
Of the olive leaves
More like a maestro
Handling the strings of an antique guitar
Rustles of the willowy leaves
Made the loudest moans
The modest method
That choked the silence of the dark pitched erotic nights.
Clouds are the curtains
To conceal the Moon lantern,
Twinkling stars are the candles
On a romantic date
Flickering and blazing
Yet, Adding intensity to orgasms.
Dew drops on grass,
Drips of sweat, I guess.
Nights are not silenced
They are the loudest
Waiting for a fervid listener.
