Though the cruelest month is April
Brings the newly weds a thrill,
In the vale of love-making sweet
Undress passions and they meet.

Made for each other are they so
Each other’s hug into they grow,
As fish and pond meet; they sing,
Their amorous thighs dance and spring.

As roses of her cheeks are crushed
For minutes pauses their burning lust,
Subconscious in his lost power
Awaits her Mantric kisses’ shower.

Her bosom pyramids melt and pour
Strengthen his nerves more and more,
Exchanging each a glowing kiss
They share the potion of the bliss.

Each day brings a summer breeze
They taste love’s cream and cheese,
Mind not any but love and spring
Unaware of many a precious thing.