I looked at your outline lit by the candlelight,
Your eyes filled with roaring timidness.
I pulled you close in a firm grip of passion,
As our breaths collide and lips met in passion.
~ Ishan Dafaria
You know that once you press your tongue to the
seam of my lips, my hands will do your bidding.
My eyes will fight to stay open,
while my legs will fight to stay closed.