Seduction!

"While I contemplate invitation of your lips

To taste them

I am mocked by your breasts

For my words seems to drown in their fervent heaviness

While I watch them sink beneath the palpable softness of your skin

As if those cold blooded curves were not enough

To make them scurry up and down, like a little rodent trapped

Between crest of your breasts to tempting mounds of hips

And while they nervously attempt to escape

I see your eyes watching them, as if to quench her thirst

As if delighted, as if mischievous as ever,

Oozing lust, and asking to follow for I must

I sleepwalk to your honey pot

Only to be lost forever in its trails, slave of your dreams…”

Praveen Parasar

05/07/2016