Two bodies lying and basking
Sucking thy neck, feeling thy soul;
Sensuous on top of beloved without vulgarity,
Fiddle like lip-lock, the burning mouth,
Touching the innermost part of each other,
A match-burning sensation crossed together,
Oh! Love of mine
Come and touch the chaste soul thrice
The warm breath on top of beloved's neck
Her lips tremble under his touch
The reddened eye and hunger on body;
Beneath the dress, she finds the pain,
Thy tender touch of love,
Hath drawn her towards you forever.
