Your blush!
I look at your face
you look up at me
our eyes lock frozen in that moment
then suddenly you look sideways
you blush
and a smile lit up your face
my heart skips many beats
it leaps up to catch your gaze
O’ woman! Are you real?
or just an illusion
painted on my psyche
soaring higher with every gesture you make
I break myself from my tasks
I know what I seek is not right
but do I follow your advice?
I sit back and relax
I think of that pink blush
thought of your silky hair
four eyes that meet and scatter
your shoulders set straight under my arms
your breasts full grown against my beating heart
your flat midriff against my bulge
do you know how bad is my arousal?
Your inner void has chosen me
yet you keep me at bay
why do you make me suffer
do you have any answer?
Each day I come and we embrace
moment you touch me we are woven
we explore all we stand for
you alone and me alone
and end up being together
holding hands with lips locked
your tired nerves spread on my shoulder
my energies heightened with sensuous pleasure
I come to believe that this is the moment
and once again you send me back unquenched.
…you seem to have painted the closest possible encounter with entirely a different set of hue that strives to look into the endless and unfathomable depth of conjugal bonding … Pritts you are once again at your regular and usual self…par excellence…doesn’t this read like the back cover of the anthology of your poetry.
…and these wonderful expression …
Your inner void has chosen me
yet you keep me at bay why do you make me suffer do you have any answer? …Each day I come and we embrace moment you touch me we are woven …we explore all we stand for you alone and me alone and end up being together …
…only if we find that someone through and with whom we would wish to tread the untreaded …ur writing makes that yearning more profound …thats a real nice piece Dear Pritts…have a sun shine day…!!!
Dear Pritts let me try and see what else they indulged into :
they have known it now…although that was a new kind of a taste,
they may even wish
to have it all
although they may appear to be working with
loads of that uncanny haste;
he knew he was making up
for the lost time,
because without your
slice of love life is
not worth even a dime
and so he took her by her hand
rolling together over and over again , feeling the warmth of the crystalline yellow sand.
thanks.. Prateek! you are wonderful.
…Hi Pritts Gud Morning…gr8 2 see you write yet another…simply awesome …shall post specific comment there… :))
Hi Good Morning.
Thanks, really enjoyed reading “Your Blush”.
Look forward to reading more of your blogs,
Take care, have a wonderful day and weekend.
Regards,
Hitesh
thanks Hitesh.
very nice…
thanks..Deepak for reading it..
you are welcome and thanks for reading it and finding it to be suitable for your search… dear..