🔥Desire
A Maiden's Touch
Nanda Regine
Silent promises challenged Him through Her eyesLace petite... Revealing a banquet of delicaciesGodly!As she led the procession of His curious irisesShe sauntered like the feline that ran a kingdomIt being in a curvy formWith waves hovering over an arch that is yet to be...Moulded, palmed, and moulded over againFeminineAn adjective of powerFrom the command she had over Her own bodyTo Her breath that condensed into due on his lipsHis gaze interlocked with the valley she possessedHeart stuttering, ceasing to count the secondsOnly to gently wilt into a descending melodyAt the expense of Her touchSuch soft skinSweetened by the luxuries of pamperingBut are yet to be tenderTo be sculptedTo be romanced beyond what she can give HerselfThenThe monotonous surroundings grew dimThe ceiling swirled like it indulged in too much white winePheromones rippled through HerAs her cries evaporated through the airIn the Hands of masculinityA foreign tourist seeking the depths of Her landUprooting gems She could never digAlone
— Nanda Regine
From “Inside Her Roses”