The scent of desires and splashes of passion, a mix of effervescence with flames of fire, she glows like the silver rays of the moon
With wet lips as pen and her femininity as canvas, I seem helpless to describe the lady draped in a red saree
Adorned with delicate silver filigree earrings and the fine necklace swinging slowly, kissing her neck, arousing bubbles of jealousy in me
Eyes, beautiful as interstellar explosions, the left full of passionate wants and the other shy of my furtive gaze
Her stifling eyes speak of impetuous thoughts, combine as one, passions and lust
I hear my name unspoken in her warm untiring gaze - her mounds of pleasure inviting the baby in me to satiate his hunger
Her aromatic oxters were the wild storm in the forest of dreams, as she hypnotized me with her careless lips
Pressing kisses taste of our heaving needs, awakening wild passion within me
Her savage neckline took my breath away, the graceful claws pulled my sinful thoughts into her femininity - the delicious sparks tempting my startled masculinity
Like a teenaged butterfly she danced freely - gliding effortlessly beneath the sinful sheets like a mystical serpent
......
Today morning, as I woke up, I saw her walking down the ramp of fantasies
With her hair on fire with the sun
It has been a very long time since she came to visit my dreams
Her deep eyes spoke of silently of the burning desires
Cherries and roses - the cunning devil lips
Teeth that bit and a tongue that killed a poet of intents
My hands grazed smooth up her long neck, drawing heartbeats through surface tension
In a salted rhythm that begged to be licked clean, the gradient of need, silky-smooth in my greed
Her skin, a whispered caress across my restless dreams
Inhaling the essence of her breath, as she exhaled cruel exhalations
......
Today morning, as I woke up, I saw her walking down the ramp of fantasies
With her hair on fire with the sun
It has been a very long time since she came to visit my dreams
Her deep eyes spoke of silently of the burning desires
Cherries and roses - the cunning devil lips
Teeth that bit and a tongue that killed a poet of intents
My hands grazed smooth up her long neck, drawing heartbeats through surface tension
In a salted rhythm that begged to be licked clean, the gradient of need, silky-smooth in my greed
Her skin, a whispered caress across my restless dreams
Inhaling the essence of her breath, as she exhaled cruel exhalations
......
The scent of desires and splashes of passion, a mix of effervescence with flames of fire, she glows like the silver rays of the moon
With wet lips as pen and her femininity as canvas, I seem helpless to describe the lady draped in a red saree
Adorned with delicate silver filigree earrings and the fine necklace swinging slowly, kissing her neck, arousing bubbles of jealousy in me
Eyes, beautiful as interstellar explosions, the left full of passionate wants and the other shy of my furtive gaze
Her stifling eyes speak of impetuous thoughts, combine as one, passions and lust
I hear my name unspoken in her warm untiring gaze - her mounds of pleasure inviting the baby in me to satiate his hunger
Her aromatic oxters were the wild storm in the forest of dreams, as she hypnotized me with her careless lips
Pressing kisses taste of our heaving needs, awakening wild passion within me
Her savage neckline took my breath away, the graceful claws pulled my sinful thoughts into her femininity - the delicious sparks tempting my startled masculinity
Like a teenaged butterfly she danced freely - gliding effortlessly beneath the sinful sheets like a mystical serpent
......