You are 4,622 km away, and yet you are searching for a spot to hit inside me,
You caught me staring at you today. Well not exactly staring. Longing, rather. Lusting. Hoping. Fucking you in my mind, tracing your rough stubble with my eyes and wondering what it would be like to learn your body’s topography with my eager hands and impatient tongue.
Don’t see the delicate in me tonight pound me, sculpt me, make me writhe and moan, let the roughness of you against the softness of me bring both of us to our knees. Take me here now, bear me down the floor. Don’t waste time looking for somewhere soft. Thrust the hardness of your love with […]
You point out the curve of my stomach and the ripple of my thighs, like these are flaws I need to hide, but what you should realize is that at their meeting, in betwixt and in between, is where thunder and woman c o l l i d e.
The fire in our souls lighting our eyes, the glistening bodies just writhing, at the zenith of pleasure that couldn’t be described. Personifying the lust, it was a passion that was never experienced, it was a love that was never experienced. ~ Ishan Dafaria ↭ ↭ ↭ ↭ ↭ I can still feel the soft burnt traces you have […]
I’ll hold your hands above your head, Your back against the wall. Lust clouding the senses, winning the fight, Tongues and bodies entwining without the sense of wrong or right. ~ Ishan Dafaria ↭ ↭ ↭ ↭ ↭ While your fingertips delicately traced the curve of my spine, undressing my softness, one petal at a time, the fire that […]