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She smelled camphor and wonder, my wet hands caressed the fruits i wished to plunder, mind transcended to clouds and whispers, falling incessently like a pleasant rain drenching us , till we can ask for no more. Her lips were soft waves sent by the sea of tranquil night that nibbled  the shores, little by little. Her lips on my lips created a myth, of a land of happiness which before my eyes became real, i found my inner pains have completely vanished, we were consumed by a pleasure, that was full of nocturnal vigour. What would you do when,  ***** are on fire? we were in hunger, she said, we would build a slow fire, and make our pulsating veins dance around it, till every hunger is  fully satiated. I found this dance  so tantalizing, she was in fits of pleasure, surging from the  deep centre that kept on erupting. It seemed our bed had  swift moving wings, she swung up above me a bird ******* honey from a flower hovering  over it, on her wings, her alacratic moves made her look like an acrobat perched on top, the  journey was across time and we lost all awareness of place, she moaned her mantras, pleasure seeker's chants, to attain the higher reaches of the peak, faintly visible. We came swimming though the turgid waters,with  an urgency rarely known. The hands of raising sun was feeling our bed, i looked up to see what happens the night has stealthily left, early morning light mischevious peep through the window to see us lying in each other's hands Then again, we saw the sun a perfect red ball falling down, to drench us in purple rain we ran after it , amorous spirit still glowing inside, and at that moment we heard melodies within our bodies.
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Mar 16, 2012
Mar 16, 2012 at 11:23 AM UTC
All through the night, eating fruits ripe in our dreams
She smelled camphor and wonder, my wet hands caressed the fruits i wished to plunder, mind transcended to clouds and whispers, falling incessently like a pleasant rain drenching us , till we can ask for no more. Her lips were soft waves sent by the sea of tranquil night that nibbled  the shores, little by little. Her lips on my lips created a myth, of a land of happiness which before my eyes became real, i found my inner pains have completely vanished, we were consumed by a pleasure, that was full of nocturnal vigour. What would you do when,  ***** are on fire? we were in hunger, she said, we would build a slow fire, and make our pulsating veins dance around it, till every hunger is  fully satiated. I found this dance  so tantalizing, she was in fits of pleasure, surging from the  deep centre that kept on erupting. It seemed our bed had  swift moving wings, she swung up above me a bird ******* honey from a flower hovering  over it, on her wings, her alacratic moves made her look like an acrobat perched on top, the  journey was across time and we lost all awareness of place, she moaned her mantras, pleasure seeker's chants, to attain the higher reaches of the peak, faintly visible. We came swimming though the turgid waters,with  an urgency rarely known. The hands of raising sun was feeling our bed, i looked up to see what happens the night has stealthily left, early morning light mischevious peep through the window to see us lying in each other's hands Then again, we saw the sun a perfect red ball falling down, to drench us in purple rain we ran after it , amorous spirit still glowing inside, and at that moment we heard melodies within our bodies.
k-balachandran
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k-balachandran
Indian
Mar 16, 2012
Mar 16, 2012 at 11:23 AM UTC
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