Crossing between us
Besides a thousand words
Is the silence
Hiding , dodging
As discreet as it can be
No whispers , No moans
No beaconing, No praises
Floating on the surface
But as deep as it can be
There lies our silence
As quiet as it can be-
Of all her dear curves
The arch of her orgasm
And the smile on her lips-
Unless its obsessive , invasive, morbid, overwhelming
Passion is just an idea .-
A question in his eyes
A smile hovered on his lips
His hand moved up to her face and traced the outline of her lips with his fingers.
She shivered.
He saw the heat in her eyes
He wanted that mouth
He wanted those parted lips
He wanted that vulnerability
-
Lay me on those sheets
Pouring your thoughts all over me
Soak me in your ink
Making me every letter of your poetry.
Name it "The Unqunechable Thirst "-
On a hushed night ,
His words became whispers drenched in desires
His hands and lips trailing down
her skin, caressing , brushing
Turning her moans into sighs
The rain playing its role ,
keeping it all wet and quiet .-