Behind those calm eyes breathed a desire which could put all seething magma dwelling inside the earth’s womb to shame. She knew lust craved reciprocity. Her own did. She could feel the air between them getting charged with an emotion she had still not recognized. Undone by a shock of confused frenzy she was sure it was ‘lust’.
‘Lust’ it was for sure. Only that this hitherto unknown emotion came with no manual to be handled and she was too unsure for a trial at this momentous a juncture. She could not think of experimenting with him. He was too precious.Too suave. Too alluring.Then suddenly she sensed his trained polish melting and felt the same feral restlessness in the black of his eyes. Eyes which said nothing yet held a plethora of confounding challenges for anybody who tried delving deep into them...in order to find some meaning.
Something moved somewhere.....and he yielded. Coming forward in a motion that could only be driven by some primitive motive, he accosted her.
“ Would you like a drink”, he asked.
3 comments:
i can c how well crafted the words are but they don come from the heart.
very beautifully written.. . :)
# oblivious - Wonder what made u feel so ???
I think u r ri8.
# raaji- thanks.
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