The Honey n Moon Poem

My joy touched mountainous height
On my first wedding night

They call it honey moon,
Which we were to observe soon.
At midnight I entered the room
With my handsome bride groom.

He closed the door, from inside
And kissed me, that is his bride.

Sitting on the bed he asked me to come
Out of shame, I kept mum.

As if I were dead
He pulled me on the bed.

With a smile he gazed at me
I put my head on knee.

I was to lift my head
And lie on the bed.

I did it accordingly
he took it smilingly,

Lying alongside, he touched my thigh
And left a deep sigh.

He is surveying my body, with eyes and touch
With which, he appeared to be amused much.

He began showering kisses
And said "How beautiful is my Mrs."

He drew me nearer and nearer
I am experiencing fear and terror.

Do all men do this?
Love, embrace and kiss.

He embraced me with love
And lifted me above.

His heart is beating on one side,
and mind on other side.

His kisses were warm,
And full of charm.

Putting hands on my hips,
He tasted my lips.

So far in the past,
My blood never ran so fast.

I blushed a lot,
Besides feeling hot.

Then a moment came,
I felt much shame.

He was busy like bees,
And pulled saree over my knees.

On the spot, there was no hair,
As I removed it with a shear.

His hands are moving thigh to cunt,
Which I felt like electric current.

His action made me warm and bold,
Soon his penis was in my hold.

I took his organ in my hand,
Which was warm like desert sand.

He started at my legs,
Just as a pauper begs.

He compared them with pine,
More charming and more fine.

He looked me very smart,
At the very start.

He was mad,
And I was glad.

He pulled my saree more,
But could not reach the shore.

                                                                            Honeymoon Part 2 cotd...