Oh! so close were we – how she clung to me. ‘Twas difficult for both to see, filled with an urge was she, filled with an urge was he, Then – Desires were set free.
Chilly was the night, the heat intense, eager to feel it, both could sense. Glued bodies, pleasure immense – burning flames, moments were tense they with their urges hence, waves broke all the fence.
Her warm breath, caressed his cheek, dizzy with ecstasy, both couldn’t speak, they didn’t know what to seek, his conscious touch made her squeak; his naughty glance at her beak – Temperatures rising to its peak.
Her figure wrapped in a cashmere gown, the dark – brown tresses falling to her side; her lips parted like a half – opened rose, the golden cross betwixt her breasts. His hands sliding slowly down; exploring her body’s soft contours.
The fire burning relentlessly in the fireplace; eyes closed, lips locked, hearts at race. In the restlessness their beings found solace; shudder through veins runs at its pace. Bound to each other by arm’s tight mace; discovering each other – no one to trace.
A person who hates hypocrisy..likes fairness in dealings..and according to me a person must know to what an extent intrusion in a private boundary is preffered..
A silence on the night. The day fluttered quietly in whisper soft resonance, So many colours slowly dying Like confetti in the rain, And echoes touched each other, a reunion of themselves, As though they were astounded At their resonating
Come and meet me in chamber of death where the tempest comes every night. I start disrobing the anger to find the eye of the moon. Where do I get that ink that writes an unwritten poem on water of
The moral dilemma was unlearning. less than truth. Downgrading the- branded witch. Vaccine was spawning new virus. O Buddha, why did you started looking beautiful and began sitting in a living room? Trailing the smoke I was going to find
(as imagined by this lumpenproletariat) When no bigger then innocuous, ho hum, happy go lucky generic black whole sonny and cher full pinhead size zit, thine pluperfect promising mysterious seat of pants whodunnit wordlessly wise wedded waywardness writ partly apportioned,
Addiction to harmless Is accepted Addiction to harmful Is not advisable Addiction is submission Which involves Imaginations Addition is Pollution Which involves Revolution Addition is attraction Which involves Affection Addition is a fiction Which involves Correction Addition is a caution
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