Love is no bliss, if there's no sex.Creeping blood with gathering legs.
Feeling one holds, having bodies in touch.
Pleasure in love is a pleasure such.
Love is no joy, if there's no sex.
Shivering lips with stammering voice.
Both making noise having silly talk.
Where doors of heaven, one comes to knock.
Love is no worth, if there's no sex.
Flapping air with congesting space.
Lacking patience; getting close enough.
Up and down, being weird & rough.
Love is no boon, if there's no sex.
Doing no actions and nothing next.
It's putting love into chest of honey.
If no sex, love wouldn't be funny.
Satyajit Lamichhane
My First Erotic Poem
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