25/M/New Delhi, India When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star'd at the Pacific—and all his men
Look'd at each other with a wild surmise—
Silent, upon a peak in Darien. 238 followers / 94.3k words
My lover wants me But, my mind Sews up the top half of my soul While my legs wring in agony not finding ground In desperation, my fingers gesticulate a fustian Protecting me from a broken heart
She makes love to him with words spilling ink of passion on paper. She creates the sensual mood with each stroke of her pen splattered on the sheets. She caresses his flesh in every love letter. She kisses up and down his length in sentences and prose. She tastes all his masculine scent without ever speaking a word. She bites his lip and tilts her hips in between the lines. She paints a picture that makes him hard for his release and it only took her mind.