fervid desires,
to unveil those carnal passions,
rekindling the dormant ardor,
to touch us,
your curves and the ripples,
my fingers create, on your smooth skin…
I mark my territory,
making my move, into you
while the last threads loose…-
the silent ache of a clenched soul,
deepens...
No closure to the overwhelming uproar,
alluring whispers battling
with my mind,
I try, to mute the rhythms
while the tunes engulf every inch of my being...
The semblance of my persona
perish into the oblivion,
while the voice of my echos
chimes my ears,
as I plunge in my absolute exaltation...-
The one,
who embraced every austerity,
yet managed to smile
when every piece broke...-
Ye alag baat hain
ki hume chupana aa gaya,
lekin itna bhi mat roko
ki hum izhaar karna hi bhul jaye!!!-
a comfort,
a lullaby for the sleep deprived eyes,
and a solace for the anxious heart...-
instigate me,
as I pluck the curves...
My fingers hover over you,
perceiving the skin,
while the orgasmic sin, we make
makes me thirsty
as I taste your cavern,
exploring every corner,
we re-kindled our veiled libido...
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