Water

Like a spirit thudding against its cage of bounds,
A shimmer in her eye, a ripple in space,
Luscious as a melting sun, drops of beading nectar,
Breathing like a lotus, heaving unseen,
She waits…

Staring into an open ceiling of eager cupidity,
Back resting on the warm bed of fondness,
Inhaling the scent of instinctive lechery,
Her fingers cave into the core of her creature…

Surface simmering in flames underneath,
She sinks deeper into mooning me,
Still, yet trembling, like water.

Siddharth Pathak | 12th April 2013


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