Grabbing my hair
Cradling my waist
He plastered me to his chest
Eyes locked
Breath reckless
The air was humidly
Naked
He inhaled slowly
His delicious sensation Imprinting fire all over
Feverish was my skin
As I raged from within
My caged navel throbbed in ecstasy when he parted my saree
Licking my ornamental gems
He tenderly loosened my draped layers
As a fierce desire tore through me
I clung to him
Digging my nails
He smiled when he saw rivulets of passion
Dripping down my thighs
His aggression caught me unguarded
When he entered
Bodies locked in tension
The urgent need to become one
Escalating every second
We danced to no song
Just a collective rhythm
Drumming beats
And untamed, fierce passion
The crescendo intensifying the ambience
Till the director called 'cut....next shot'.
© LR
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