Love!

Love when without see and talk it is not passion? 

as if they havent talked.........

Love for other as if not known for years is it not passion?

for they die for each other.........

if they say i am not a romantic person, but living and seeking breathing

within then it is a mistake for that pleasure comes becasue he is inside......

Let me try to express my digestive pics and poems of love and passion rather i would say its ecstatic love not just passion. 

for the vey first time he saw me plumpy who had fallen for me in that brown top, where he couldnt resist to see in blue top and cant control to wait to see me in that red top as she wores for him, 

I would see me in water like a fish without him cant survive, even on the land, as he is water for her, for the swim she takes bathe in his hands, cant survive or goes into vaccum when he just throws his pull over him like to on earth. This is my ecstacy with him. 

For the dress I wore he never wants to undress as the fish has scales that cover her sensitive skin and flesh with that he wraps her like blanket around with his body

The Love is not only a thing that binded us together for eons of ages, but also the sea shells, see weeds, and sand that never leaves making us like a family together which we live for as if not separated but extended family in the same sea of home. 

The play he makes with her lips as if he wants to bite with his smooth teeth of tickle and pungent smell of his fishy water which she adores for him for that watery breeze of him over cat lips. 

The tail of fins he makes to pull the surname, she just suckles him by giving away her hug in the water by chasing him behind and flowing with him making him to run over her for that ecstacy love as he moves her so much. 

The prediction of correction of mistakes, the clouds that it gonna rain she warns to him the sea, see dont blow out the poor innocents as they doesnt know the water tides which can make them blow away. 

She carries his sensitive exposed hard lingam on her smoothy and shiny lips for him he needs a tingy bite and squeeze in deep into her tongue and mouth as she licks over it. 

For the gifts she gives to him keeps them in closet for he watches those sea shells every night in dreams.....  

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Getting into real erotica in this one. Don't see many poems about lingams.

[JessyJacob]

I dont write publicly i keep myself to my diary and my man only reads them, i share with him in the night, It should be singular, lingam.

[JessyJacob]

Lingam a sanskrit word. I always use sanskrit(dev bhasha) words which were converted into different languages in my writings, only to not to forget them.