Rasasvaada

"Cinnamon Affair" You would have never left me, if only you knew what your touch did to me. Passion never seemed this intense before the time I met you. Even the heaven was less enticing & alluring for me than the untouched parts of you. Smacking your lips to taunt me you provoked the immovable and yet so volatile & insatiable hunger in me. Nuzzling through my hair, you kissed the side of my neck. Feeling your soft breaths on my nape, I found poetry in the rise and fall of your exquisite mounds of your chest while you moaned my name. Your perfumed hair evolving from the mist of your divine existence, rendered me breathless & enchanted with the hymn of your sinful self. Those sumptuous revealing stares of yours incited my eyes to tear your lingerie off with more intensity than my hands ever could. Wrapped in those white sheets, from those Friday evenings to the Sunday mornings, you made me dress and undress all at once. Taking you by