In the velvety softness,

of the night,

a touch as soft as a feather,

Glides across her bosom,

snuggling closer,

two bodies,

melting into one.

each touch

igniting delicious

sparks all over,

A contented sigh,

Escapes  parted lips,

Drowned in a sea of,


The hardness and

The softness riding

Together on the crest,

Of a wave,

Reaching the gates,

Of Heaven,

One more time.

©2016 Haseena  Dudekula (reserved)

Picture courtesy: Google Images

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