While he ties the knots innocuously,
ensuring no mark shall any lace leave,
each breath of mine, I hold suspiciously
to coyly suppress my bosom's perceivable heave
Sliding my tresses to the front
while I visualize his awestruck face
only to feel his thumbs blunt
And the warmth that bellowed,
from his inner furnace
that heat met its compensation
with the perspiring beads cold
yet he did tie the knots with near precision
as he spared a margin of my waist's fold.
From a deep narrow valley,
concealed within her peaks
began a journey, that left
a moist slippery trace
a journey deliberately lengthened;
partly by the smooth path, and
partly by the traveler's pace
the journey went on leisurely
till it suddenly dipped in a crater, which
only seemed to suck it in calmly
yet also made it bite a grip, of
the surface above desperately
while it did enjoy its stay there
it also strayed to the parallel paths that swayed
but then began a quiver,
and sparked by this teasing stay
the whole countryside of unsatiable pleasure
coerced it farther yet closer with her tremors
and feigning reluctance it resumed to relish
the steep destination across the trimmed meadow
into the dark condensed cave,
feeling its pulpy narrow walls
fathoming its dark ensnaring depth
only to get drenched, and yet,
the countryside felt a drought
and her tremors reached deep within
to let him know it's high time
the teasing better make way for the tilling
lest the dams of shame break early
preponing the time of arrival, of
the impending flood.....
