Wrote this years ago. Those were the days when passions ran very high and I was still not exposed to the nefarious ways of the world. When the world and the people in it had still not corrupted my mind. When my likings were pursued by me with pure passion. Can't believe I found this!
I wrote this some time back. Though the situation is very different now, the feeling was worth writing about. A warm summer's sweet delight, closer, looking in her eyes, sitting huddled in the sand, beside the tides, earth's heaving sighs. Passions high, entangled limbs, kisses balmier than a rose's lips. Sunset, dusk and moonlit… Continue reading Embrace
The ambrosia of passion, When it goes down your throat, It turns all facades, Into pleasurable hopes. In that mist of pleasure, When you twist and shine, Yet you don’t reveal through The love you’ve hidden behind. I look through her, Titillated to the core Whether I’ll end up in her arms, Or at the… Continue reading Passion