# Desires Aflame (I await the source text in Bengali to provide the translation. Please share the Bengali poem you'd like me to translate.)

I'm drowning in pillows before you.
Stripped bare. My beautiful nakedness.
And you're drinking Scotch from a glass,
A smile playing at your lips as you catch a piece of ice.
And I tremble, waiting
for the pleasure of your mouth against mine.


I will have my reward now
And in the wake of the ice, your tongue will trace my body.
You, smiling at the ice, let it fall
Into the hollow between my breasts,
And you touch them tenderly, so tenderly.


You are my charming villain.
You follow the ice, passionately warm,
Kissing gently, sweetly, with heat.
And you caress me with your hands
in such a way
that I scream—more...more...more...


And now, having reached that cherished goal,
You drop the ice and cling to me,
I barely breathe, as if I've taken flight.
This is what your tongue does to me.


And in that moment when we're on the edge,
When I'm ready to break and cry out,
You enter me with wild hunger,
And our passion can no longer be contained,
The rhythm of madness not easy to hold back.
We are completely undone already.
But at first, you were easy and simple...
I took a small piece of ice from the glass, thinking nothing of it.