A paroxysm to sire.

A wanderlust, a desire.

Soledad, I come home.

Wish for a glass of Merlot

and dream of Rome

♥

Following my mind,

you pull me close

‘Leave behind the mires’,

you urge me so.

 ♥

In the dark of the room,

you lead me on.

Tease me, seduce me,

on the desk, then the porch.

 ♥

In the scintillating darkness,

I pin you to the sheets.

Ink you with passion,

watch you wriggle and writhe.

 ♥

In the gentle tweaking

of my fingers,

I see you twist and curl.

As minutes become hours,

you bleed in my colours.

 ♥

The fierce and the fragile

unleash every emotion.

As night approaches dawn,

divinely, both are undone.

 ♥

Breathless but relaxed,

yearning yet satisfied,

a thing of sheer beauty yourself,

And oh, just how I’m fully alive!

~~~~~

Asha Seth