Woken up from the bed, time slumbering around

Catching the blanket ,dripping wet yesterday’s dream

Lying bare with hands praying to see him Again

Awaiting the next call so aphrodisiac

Getting off the bed, taking the shower,

Admiring his hands upon my boson and hips..

Deducing the guilt I suffered yet,

Bringing out the terrible pleasure ,his hands wrapping around ME

Remembering the fall and the mist ,the snowflakes, that melted

Carried not in air but his smooth fingers on my belly

Triggering Sensation and Enigmatic trance

Relieving my stresses infusing ,transforming

From genteel  vapid to a strumpet

It feels great to be in his hands again ,

Every possible square centimeter is a Love Hotel

Where our bodies check in

Groping my womanhood and the caress that he Put on to it

Besotted Every time TO BEING his ****** Mistress

Just like He is My God ,and I am his disciple

Benediction that I offer ,And chants that are so Stimulating

Crossing the Entire Legacy ,Traversing to every corners with Him

And Finally Coming To rest in a cold night Under the Cover..

Just like Cascading waterfall, these moments keep coming

Sometimes in his home ,In office,In a Maserati Or in the Deciduous

Like the echo of the fall that Reverberates every corner Of the Ambience,

Our PLENITUDE comes with lots of Crescendo

Wearing the apparel that seems alright ,  aND So Provocative

That CONCEALS among the ordinary Ones, but LIT up the eyes of My Beloved

The GrEY  Shades OF my Life ,perhaps the Most BECOMING and Eventful