I loosely braid my hair and tie off the ends in a calculated attempt at effortlessness. He has a thing for braids, you see, and a thing for women who are effortless, and I have a thing for being the cause of his undoing.
Hold this. Un-cuffed her mind unloosened her heart unlocked her chastity to her belt for I was to twist her middle as much as her braided hair. You the woman so effortless to my craze of heat it makes me exert my energy in my foreplay as my coals heats your fireplace warms the warnings of my doing that I do to you. Now you may let go and swear at your sweat.
Let your fingers explore the tender, hidden places where my pulses ache. Learn the language of my sighs and moans, decimate my body under the tangled sheets. I want you hungry in my arms, with your fingers knotted into my hair like my legs are knotted around your waist.
My fingers slide in then spread to further moisten the cake not to calm it down but to see your face frown from the goodness sake I taste what you make you mix it drip it I won’t waste but increase the volume of the pour and pace I get Full as I fill you up and go deep to your heart beat lain on saturated sheets Hair in my fist legs shaking like an earth quake go to sleep so in our dreams we can do it again when we wake.
He knows that once he presses his tongue to the seam of my lips, my resistance will crumble. My hands will do his bidding. They will fall down the arch of his back as my head spins., all thoughts stopped in their tracks. Darkness will come and my eyes will fight to stay open, while my legs will fight to stay closed.
How intent your immortal fire make as a god of me among men liquidizing
my mind into developing a seemingly magical process. Stay and transfer my
moans until they become longer whispers as each thrust penetrates. Combine
and deliver us into this volcanic submersion and suppress us into this
forever glowing ash that lites and lights, and let our lightening from
heaven to earth. Shine upon all who dare as we do. Stay.
I don’t need a map,
I came to you with no compass, no course.
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I think about taking fire
from stars and setting
them upon you like kisses.
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Her eyes like deep blue ocean
Ignites me up with a strange sensation
Her soul, as vast and powerful as the ocean,
is also as gentle as saltwater kissing the shore.
She touched the soul bound in me
Chained me to her want in need.
Hold me inside your wildest thoughts, your darkest,
desires, underneath the weight of all your need.
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Your callous desire of love burned
and rot me like a demonic angel
made me very vicious when
someone lay a finger on you
When the time of regret
I saw in their eyes
“How ruthless your love made me”
before the death tear them apart.
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Your love was made of fire and ash,
greedy for blood in love’s battlefield.
Maybe that’s how I’m destined to die.
Do not call me greedy if all I want
is more and more of you on me. I’d
forsake everything in this messed-up
world in exchange of another minute,
another hour, with you.
The fire in our souls lighting our eyes, the glistening bodies just writhing, at the zenith of pleasure that couldn’t be described. Personifying the lust, it was a passion that was never experienced, it was a love that was never experienced.
~ Ishan Dafaria
I can still feel the soft burnt traces you have left on my skin. Our bodies lay tangled, consumed and collapsed in a pile of burnt rubble and ash. I will always be filled with this weight of longing for you, I will always be filled with the guiltiest hunger of wanting you.
I’ll hold your hands above your head,
Your back against the wall.
Lust clouding the senses, winning the fight,
Tongues and bodies entwining without the sense of wrong or right.
~ Ishan Dafaria
While your fingertips delicately traced the curve of my spine, undressing my softness, one petal at a time, the fire that is your tongue finds the dampness between my thighs. Each moan and short breath adding fuel to the flaming alchemy between our loins.
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.
It hurts in a place no map leads to.
Even pirates would not find the pearl lost into intricacies of your scars.
Find your way among the hidden sunken ships and dying coral reefs that is my chest.
Unlock those cages where my unspoken words
reside, let them free and feel their existence.
Reduce me not to the barest of words or pronounce me like I were she.
You have come so close, look around, this part of island still carries our
footprints. I’m afraid that your blurred vision might overlook the renaissance.
I am always close to you no matter how far you are. Our memories sleep
at the tip of my tongue, where your name is soft and warm in my mouth.
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