Jan 2017
Yesterday you were in my mouth,
Even I was enjoying ******* you,
And you melted between my lips,
Hot lips of mine made you drips.
On the cusp of love you waited to burst,
Heaving your ***** in a heavy workout.
Your depth was deeper than I thought,
Entering my mouth were all your juices,
And I gave you what you always sought,
Heavens I visit while eating you, ice cream.
Just come on, come and descend,
Upon me like a playful fox,
Seeming like eternity,
Trusting you.
Come here,
Over here,
Magically,
Excellently.
Tomorrow is unforeseen,
On the cusp of uncertainty.
Mangoes we deserve after such harsh winters,
E*erily quiet is this dead midnight approaching.
Even I was enjoying ******* you,
And you melted between my lips,
Hot lips of mine made you drips.
On the cusp of love you waited to burst,
Heaving your ***** in a heavy workout.
Your depth was deeper than I thought,
Entering my mouth were all your juices,
And I gave you what you always sought,
Heavens I visit while eating you, ice cream.
Just come on, come and descend,
Upon me like a playful fox,
Seeming like eternity,
Trusting you.
Come here,
Over here,
Magically,
Excellently.
Tomorrow is unforeseen,
On the cusp of uncertainty.
Mangoes we deserve after such harsh winters,
E*erily quiet is this dead midnight approaching.
Another of my special secondary acrostic poems.
An unintended concrete poetry of a whisky toast.
My HP Poem #1372
©Atul Kaushal
An unintended concrete poetry of a whisky toast.
My HP Poem #1372
©Atul Kaushal
