Your dreamy whispers,
your broken smile,
your sweet lips,
that get me high.

Your shallow breaths,
your drowsy stare,
your shivering body,
when we lay bare.

The breath of your hair,
the sound of your moans,
the whiff your skin,
that rattles my bones.

Your tender clit,
your aching thighs,
your wet camel toe,
they make you shy.

Your piercing-laden,
tattooed skin,
your bouts of insanity
that reel me in.

Your pale pink breast,
your swollen nipple,
your double bass heart,
as we lay crippled.

Your sweet surrender,
extravagant fauve,
you make me horny
for your untainted love.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar