Silent promises challenged Him through Her eyes Lace petite... Revealing a banquet of delicacies Godly! As she led the procession of His curious irises She sauntered like the feline that ran a kingdom It being in a curvy form With waves hovering over an arch that is yet to be... Moulded, palmed, and moulded over again
Feminine An adjective of power From the command she had over Her own body To Her breath that condensed into due on his lips His gaze interlocked with the valley she possessed Heart stuttering, ceasing to count the seconds Only to gently wilt into a descending melody At the expense of Her touch
Such soft skin Sweetened by the luxuries of pampering But are yet to be tender To be sculpted To be romanced beyond what she can give Herself
Then The monotonous surroundings grew dim The ceiling swirled like it indulged in too much white wine Pheromones rippled through Her As her cries evaporated through the air In the Hands of masculinity A foreign tourist seeking the depths of Her land Uprooting gems She could never dig Alone
— Nanda Regine
From "Inside Her Roses"
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