The trembling Lips parted
like some crimson petals
of feral floret
blossoming in the wilderness

And the tiny beads of perspiration
trickled down her temple
like ice melting to oblivion in some momentary trice

And those eyes ogling him
from the crevice of her silhouette eyelid spilling desperation
but saved by the shades
she wore to her rescue

Then he spoke
leaving behind a husky trail of resonance
and her desirousness saw no bound
shattering her inhibition
breaking all resistance
she surged
and those relentless beads
now rolled forward
to meet her lust drenched eyes
and in that whiff
she surrendered to her temptations
the shades were gone
and her burning lips took shelter on his

Copyright Β© Shantanu Baruah

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