it all began from her gentle sparkle of eyes, As I leaned forwarded to touch her firm lips, Being sucked into the depth of her eyes Felt like she was calling me from ages, letting her go is never going to my option
First came the gentle touches of lips with reluctances, But each kiss grew with our grip on each other, Became more tighter & bolder with every move, One hand digging into her hair another clutching her waist Locking of lips became a game of holding the slipping tongues,
Atop him in every impassioned glide; she his visionary of ethereal musings Starry eyed as sentimental was her sighs; in lullabies she sang Within her sweet and supple sovereignty; tender be his blessed solace
Thoughts linger on the shadowed side, they flit, Recalling memories of vapid life; The purple evening cools come dusk; night's lit By glowing silhouettes that tremble, rife With passion, pulled apart in violet seas;
When walking sensually by the tall cliffs, Who'll see the coming close on promont'ries? These headlands jut out, as you might, so stiff; But what is it that's wanted? What's desired? Who needs to feel the heart beat? Who is parched?