I MADE LOVE

Upon the parchment's blank embrace, a tale of love unfurls,
I made love to her on paper, where passion's ink unfurls.
In words, I poured my fervent heart, spilled ink with every beat,
Across the sheets, a symphony of love, our story found its heat.

I caressed her curves with tender strokes, in each love letter's dance,
With every pen's caress, I found new ways to enhance.
Her thighs became my canvas, as poetry intertwined,
In short sentences and prose, a love so pure, defined.

No spoken word was needed, for our souls had found their voice,
In silence, we conversed, our hearts had made the choice.
I tasted all her innocence, her essence I consumed,
Between the lines of verse and rhyme, our passion had bloomed.

I bit her lip upon the page, and gently pulled her hair,
In ink, our desires etched, a world we both could share.
Her arching back, her blissful screams, all penned upon the scroll,
With words alone, I brought her joy, her pleasure took its toll.

Within the confines of this page, our love's tale did unfold,
A tapestry of intimacy, our deepest secrets told.
The power of a simple pen, to forge a love so real,
In every stroke, a connection formed, a bond we both could feel.

So let this poem be a tribute, to the love we brought to life,
In black and white, our souls entwined, through joy and pain and strife.
For on this paper, we found love, a love that's here to stay,
A testament to the art of words, where emotions find their way.

Imran Nazeer
~  ~  ~