for the moments when love we made, together in a bath tub we laid. his fingers in my wet strangled hairs, those caresses on silent stairs. every night the bangles that are broken, those scars a love token.
passionately when my anklet he ties, lost i''m in his lascivious eyes. my nose ring in his shirt, when shyly something i blurt. his hands playing on my naked waist, his lips demanding and haste.
how he stops when i''m scared, hold my hands our fingers paired. not merely a sensuous desire, he sets my soul on fire.......:)