Young Love

Innocent was she, fair eyes of passion,
Fiery in her seduction, heat in her position.
From the four winds young cupids come
To kiss the virtue of lust, in the way of invitation,
To the comfy bed of action.
Into red seal'd Colt virgin
Full of strength and vitality.
Allure the welcome, beg for serenity.
'Hey let's hit on!', she says.
Beneath pearly night, I chose her over unfriendly times.
Amid the confused alarm of struggle,
Nothing can ease, but the coitus elation.
Her groans, her craves, her chastity, her avidity,
Evolves in me, a great passion of love making.

Arindol Dey
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