A Sequel Of The Serendipity - Poem by Raniyal Niyada
soft, warm lips moving over her face
big, gentle arms moving over her...
dark black eyes locked in hers...
Heart beats like a drum
slightly her lips curves in a smile
the advent feelings runs a rollercoaster
the world reduces to the room,
his arms and finally to his eyes...
the fevier pitch of passion
ringins out loud in the manssion..
silent, except the soft whisper
of skin over skin...
matching need, matching anticipation
they rush towards the splendor...
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