#honeymoon
We were planing for honeymoon after marriage. We decided to go bali. Tickets was booked and marriage were also completed. Day was come to board the flight. And finally we reach the Bali. Everything is booked cab and hotel. We reach to hotel. Our room was honeymoon suit. We put our luggage down and close the door. She came to me and hug me. I put my lips to her. And start licking her upper lips then lower lips. She's doing the same. She pushed me to the bed. Now I started pressing her ***** She started moaning. She grabbed my hair and brought my lips close to her face. We were start kissing. Meanwhile, my hands were playing with her ******* She was wet down there. I remove her clothes and she removed mine. Then I began rubbing her ***** lightly over her ******* I played with her big ******* and on other hand start ********* She start moaning and gone crazy. My **** began to react. She slowly touched my **** over the underwear and started massaging it. My **** became more hard that it started to pain. She put her hand inside my underwear and brought my **** out and start ******* it and remove my underwear. Now we both are nacked. After few minutes, She just kept on ******* faster and faster. And i keep rubbing her ******** and i put my tongue inside her ***** and start licking it. She keep moaning and forced my face against. She having pain so i remove it. And again put my pick and ****** her. I took my **** out and started her in a doggy position. She was going crazy because of pleasure. We ****** ****** and ****** I pressed her ***** hard. She whimpered in pain. I started ******* her ***** She saying **** me hard and deep. I ****** even more harder. She is shouting m coming. I keep ******* her and we both are now reach to ****** She came to my **** and My ***** is all in her ***** We just lie down along side and keep taking deep breath. What a amazing experience of having ***
Sharma Saab ♡
Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 12:41 PM UTC
~
*Sugar wife,
slipping husband,
massaged honeymoon flesh
wrapped in cellophane.
The sound of a water clock
cascading down
her mysterious frontage.
Handprints on
the glass pane
opaque with remnant steam.
Let your eyes
be your guide,
when dressed in
the tiniest temptations,
she catwalks into the room
with a novel idea for two.*
~
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 12:33 PM UTC
He was on a training mission down south,
There, his landlady told him to get married.
He hesitantly agreed to flash a matrimonial,
He anyway did so in a local newspaper.
She responded to his call in the newspaper,
She was attracted by his description.
They got married in a minimalist manner,
Saving money for a combined future.
The first demand she had surprised him,
She asked him to maintain a moustache.
With time, when he grew that mouser,
She was impressed with his manliness,
"I've seen denser moustaches,
None looks as elegant as yours."
Then they went to his home in North,
For the honeymoon, they went to Kashmir.
Sep 22, 2024
Sep 22, 2024 at 12:44 PM UTC
~
*Sun drips
on leaves
not the backyard variety
but the trembling kind
the kind
that weld night-time
intermissions to
the roof of the mouth
sonnet-filled
evaporation
reveals
the timely concealment of
a very, weary
inanimate object
at the brink
just enough hip
to be woman
just enough wild
to be frontier*
~
Jul 25, 2024
Jul 25, 2024 at 2:49 PM UTC
Every page I think of you,
I cannot help but to fright.
For who and only love who,
You now dear I only write.
As a dance as a ballad,
Touch genuine as a key.
Love lasting always valid,
In your eyes of all I see.
So settle cold moons so far,
No one knows what we create.
Our hearts entwine burning star,
What they think, disintegrate.
So sweet the honey we soar,
Hearts forever yearning more.
Dec 22, 2023
Dec 22, 2023 at 7:12 PM UTC
shame leaving me a widow in the window
singing the haunting notes of doom
writing in blood with feather plumes
shame convinced me about you
the prince carries broken promises
i thought i could stitch, ditch the rust
the jagged edges continued to cut
fiction, your diction, death by a thousand cuts
in and out of honeymoons, in and out of therapy rooms
beating me down mentally never enough for you
obtrusive, abusive, obtaining the useless
to use it, to ruin, dispensing the fruitless
beat me down, screaming out, enough is enough
call back your hounds
this is not love
Jul 26, 2023
Jul 26, 2023 at 12:18 PM UTC
~
*Another green world
reels them in
unfledged
lovers
they yearn
to be hydro-electric
cascading over
emerald and stone
floating along
with the water hyacinth
where they evaporate
but do not falter
in the naked spring
of continuously November
jumping off
a bridge above ecosystem
a new frontier
under their nose
as souvenir:
pioneers to the fall
and yet all they really
need to remember is
this is where they
first made love*
~
Feb 6, 2022
Feb 6, 2022 at 1:21 PM UTC
The homesick frost
in your voice
A reminder to those
days of ice
Lavender sun
against crisp cloudless skies
Skating about the pond
until the numbing end of daylight
Then always inside
to find residing warmth
Catching your unclothed
silhouette
Glowing
beside the fire
Sitting indelicately
roasting marshmallows
Waiting so
pressingly
Glowing
waiting
For familiar kisses
to dwell upon you
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 2:22 PM UTC
Let's die slowly
In each other's company
In each other's arms
In the space between each glance
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 10:19 PM UTC
I remember when I first saw you
in such a state,
shifting with the direction of light,
viola shaped,
the boudoir door slightly ajar.
Rings exchanged,
veil removed,
the bells had chimed for us,
and then for
ships in safe harbor.
The pitter patter of
surf cascading in
from an open window,
otherwise hushed,
turnt and *****
dimples showing
whether you smiled or not.
Turnabout was fair play
--azure hues in moonlit pastel
caressing the folds and ties
around midnight’s chemise
--the lure of velveteen
and vast soft canvas of pearl
--areolae circles and quaint triangles
in the thick of things,
gift-wrapped in elegant fur.
Belle-chose, under
the waxing, waning crescent
of dainty omphalos, yawning in chiaroscuro,
red-faced and piqued,
quite shy coming out of the shadows.
The batting of lashes,
the lingering scent of bouquet
--like the seduction of flute song,
I followed and followed
until thoroughly lost within you.
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 8:42 AM UTC
𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓈
𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓀𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉
𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈
𝒶 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊
𝑜𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝑒𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 10:51 PM UTC
they call it the honeymoon stage
as it's supposed to taste sweet
but why does mine taste like
a different kind of bitter?
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 10:40 AM UTC
Your core,
this folding door,
guarded by the sentry
of your knees,
the iron vice
of your thighs,
allow me, please,
this much:
one kiss,
one stroke,
one persuasion,
that you might
this night, my darling,
find it in your heart to
open to me.
Jan 28, 2020
Jan 28, 2020 at 2:09 PM UTC
Beyond the realm of sight,
Awaits us a honeymoon night.
Its real treasure will be our love,
This true beauty will be our trove.
A treasure of both our expressions,
Tone down we shall our expectations.
For novice luck doesn't always work!
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 4:27 AM UTC
I'm afraid that if I tell you
"I love you" too much
the word will lose its meaning
after all, it's just a word
so I guess I'll just have to find a way
to express my love to you
in infinite different ways, somehow.
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 8:28 AM UTC
We chose Ixtapa for our honeymoon
because it was not yet commercialized,
as so many other places in Mexico
had become. We spent a lot of time
in Zihuatanejo; We burned bay leaves
in static pots of delicacy, ignoring the fruit flies
as we drank mezcal.
You swallowed the maguey worm,
and hallucinated its life as a moth
before it's capture from the agave.
It hit you like the Gulf that
May of 1986; beautifully
and cold.
You looked like a watercolor
entangled in the rope hammock.
Wide-mouthed and muscular,
in the reflection
of my sterling cuff bracelet.
While I examined my jewelry,
our feet were buried in the sand
by the dust we swallowed during our upbringing.
Bred and raised for fighting, we made love
like a bull kissing capote;
Taunting one another in
a masculine ring, performing
in foreign terrain.
You were so delicate
with your hands around my throat.
You helped me forget
by pulling apart the wings of my droning youth
that week.
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 10:18 PM UTC
Call me naive.
Blinded by a honeymoon phase
and sickly sweet jest
Because I want to keep
this blindfold
pulled down over my eyes.
I don't want to know
what time it is—
day or night, stars and light —
but this comfort
wraps my body and glues me to my bed.
He likes me
He likes me, not
the me I always try and hide behind
but the me that's real.
And he's honey sweet
and golden feat,
how I managed to find him
I'll never know.
He tells me once
twice and again, actually,
that they couldn't have made
a better half for him in a lab
if they had tried.
I'd lift my blindfold to see
you and your gorgeous honey blue eyes
shining through the dark like a moon,
and what we bake together
might just be the most delicious cake maybe ever.
If my words were sugar
I could have told him then
and there, his lips on mine
tasted sweet.
Like everything he says to me.
But I'm bad at baking cakes with no sugar
and all the store had was keyboards and pens
so I wrote him this instead;
To my perfect other half,
Each joke you make resounds
laugh for laugh, I sculpt you a present
epitaph commemorating you... for you
with words, to say
I think...
I might love you?
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 2:58 PM UTC
in the year i've been gone i learned a lot about love, and honeymoon phases.
it comes in waves, almost immediate and crashing down onto you, submerging your being in it's path.
its so powerful, powerful enough to make you blind to everything around you, turning your head at the slightest grey cloud hovering in the sky.
but when its over, when the storm comes, the only way to be truly happy is to escape.
i thought i loved you. i convinced myself so. and if you're reading this, the good times outweighed the bad, your bright blue ocean waves captivated me and i turned the storm into a tidal wave of beautiful memories.
now the only wetness i find is the tears in my eyes when i think about the calm before the storm.
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
Until death do us part
Until death do us part, that’s how it all starts.
Entwine two hearts and you will be dancing under stars.
Today we find smiles that stretch on for miles,
With family and friends all around us, dressed in style.
From top hats to sharp shoes and dresses covered in diamonds.
The ‘just married’ cans are rattling behind us,
As we drive away towards a tropical island.
And when we return from our honeymoon holiday,
The love is never ending; the memories never fade.
When we have spent the last two weeks under sunshine and in bed,
We look towards the future and talk about a life we haven’t lived yet.
Then the children are born and our enormous hearts grow;
Our love is always with them and they add value to our home.
New gifts are forever appearing and our future is written in vows.
Let’s hope this love is eternal and we remain side by side,
Even after we are sitting upon a cloud.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 8:50 AM UTC
The world was left behind
As we soared into the clouds
Our private escape waiting for us
The birds welcomed the new lovers
And sang along with the sounds of joy
Consummating the wildness in our hearts
The rain gently patters down,
And the leaves blow in the breeze
Fanning the passion between us
The animal hunger arises again
Only to feast on each other
To consume us in desire
Your are my bride
And I am yours forever
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 2:42 PM UTC
When it rains here once again
I remember the time we clenched hands that monsoon.
And we trailed down that railway track on a cloudy noon
We weren't alone did you know?
In a place unknown to fog and snow
The weather had lost its temper
The train had been blinded enough to lose track.
Who doesn't know it's all a knack!
Derailed, they say.
Before the next I wish they simply care
These are not mere accidents you bare,
But testimonies you claim on a paid fare.
Indian Railways or any other for that matter I say,
When they pass the word 'happy journey'
We simply wish it's not our last.
When it rains once again here,
I remember the time we clenched hands that monsoon.
And I wailed down the railway track on that tragic day,
I do not understand which side to stake.
Or wish for summer once again in my life
Or curse the rails, frames and journeys that shatter.
Shatter! Solely due to human hands that fell short,
short to value the lives that derail.
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC
I don't want many ties that unwind
I don't want to feel the omnivorous shade of blue over and over again
I want to be your Save By The Bell
That doesn't stop after four seasons
Giving you a million reasons
To love life more than before
I found you perched up in my heart
Don't squander the beauty
You have a deep ingenuity
That entices me like the victim I am
So helpless yet so assertive
You're too grand and I'm unsure if I deserve it
I aspire to be one and done
To the honeymoon
To the gravestones
Be the whiteness that's in our transient bones
When the doubt creeps in
Remember I pray to God every day that you'd be mine
And that you're always feeling jolly and fine
It's for real this time
It always has been.
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC