The room lay still and dim Scented candles a scattered crowd that granted The Creamy walls with dancers of hues of gold Who seductively swayed across the walls
Static Is how she felt as the Gravitational pull between Her slickly shaven thighs and The cashmere lace adorned with Patterns of lines running in diagonals
Her skin blossomed in shimmering Sparkles that was crowned by her body butter Specifically chosen for this occasion She glanced back at the mirror Misty eyed in anticipation Lips as dark as blood
Her breath halted 'He's here' Her nerves in a pretty mess Trimmed toes adorned with cherry red Sunk in step after step in the lustrous carpet Finding herself on silk sheets pressed to perfection
Anxious he was on the opposite end of the door His heart a circus entertainer Performing obtuse flips across his ribcage
He entered and was immediately sunken Into the clouds of her scent That wrapped around him like a cloak And drew him forward into the chambers Laden with florals and berries
The connection between eye contact Tangible and elastic tight Snapped to pieces as soon as his Orbs patrolled along the cashmere lace
His favourite colour Her erratic breathing summoned her breasts To heave deeply like the fore coming of waves Against the shore that was her bralette Her barely covered temple Revealed her garden that lay groomed In display on the golden platter That was his eyes
The hues of gold Teasingly strolled against her skin Creating trails that his lips wish to follow He came closer
The tension From the two seconds between a touch And a kiss Made time itself cease to beat
— Nanda Regine
From "Inside Her Roses"
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