GARDEN OF PLEASURE

In a garden of desire, where passions bloom,
A tender touch, a dance in the moon's soft gloom,
I'd savor every petal, each fold, and crease,
A symphony of sensations, never to cease.

With a gentle caress, I'd explore your grace,
Sometimes bold, sometimes mild, a lover's chase,
Unraveling secrets, I'd journey within,
To find that sacred spot, where pleasures begin.

Sweet nectar flowing, like the finest wine,
A taste so divine, it's a sensation divine,
My tongue in perfect rhythm, deep and true,
A dance of ecstasy, just me and you.

With every breath, your essence I'd inhale,
A symphony of senses, love's sweetest tale,
In the moments of bliss, a pause to adore,
A love letter written, forever to store.

Oh, Itiy darling flower, you taste so fine,
My devotion to you, like an endless vine,
For hours, I'd adore you, my dear delight,
In your pleasure, our souls would take flight.

With fingers entwined, deep inside your core,
An intimate union, nothing to ignore,
Your pleasure, my mission, to make you glow,
With waves of passion, like the tides that flow.

As you come back to earth, in peaceful rest,
A whispered promise, for what comes next,
In love's embrace, we'll discover anew,
The boundless depths of pleasure, just me and you.

Imran Nazeer
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