🔥Desire
Hues of Romance
Nanda Regine
The room lay still and dimScented candles a scattered crowd that grantedThe Creamy walls with dancers of hues of goldWho seductively swayed across the wallsStaticIs how she felt as theGravitational pull betweenHer slickly shaven thighs andThe cashmere lace adorned withPatterns of lines running in diagonalsHer skin blossomed in shimmeringSparkles that was crowned by her body butterSpecifically chosen for this occasionShe glanced back at the mirrorMisty eyed in anticipationLips as dark as bloodHer breath halted'He's here'Her nerves in a pretty messTrimmed toes adorned with cherry redSunk in step after step in the lustrous carpetFinding herself on silk sheets pressed to perfectionAnxious he was on the opposite end of the doorHis heart a circus entertainerPerforming obtuse flips across his ribcageHe entered and was immediately sunkenInto the clouds of her scentThat wrapped around him like a cloakAnd drew him forward into the chambersLaden with florals and berriesThe connection between eye contactTangible and elastic tightSnapped to pieces as soon as hisOrbs patrolled along the cashmere laceHis favourite colourHer erratic breathing summoned her breastsTo heave deeply like the fore coming of wavesAgainst the shore that was her braletteHer barely covered templeRevealed her garden that lay groomedIn display on the golden platterThat was his eyesThe hues of goldTeasingly strolled against her skinCreating trails that his lips wish to followHe came closerThe tensionFrom the two seconds between a touchAnd a kissMade time itself cease to beat
— Nanda Regine
From “Inside Her Roses”