Rasasvaada

"the want" My restless soul knows your language... the lingering pause between a glance and a kiss, the slow-burning fire that glimmers in your eyes, like candlelight drowning in red wine. You are untamable, sultry as midnight, soft as velvet against the skin, a beautiful contradiction that leaves my breath suspended whenever you look at me. Your eyes find me before your hands ever could, and the slow sway of your hips moves through my thoughts like smoke through candlelight. There is something intoxicating about being near you your warmth, your fragrance, the quiet electricity in the air when our bodies drift a little closer. Some call it passion. I call it my hunger for you sweet, slow, and impossible to sober from. You are my three-in-the-morning thought, the warmth beneath my skin, the taste of temptation lingering long after the night is gone. I want your lips before my coffee, your breath mingling with mine, your laughter close enough to feel, and that delicious moment ...