Monday, February 24, 2014


Until death...

Am weaving red colour on my curves.... 
The silhouettes of me, come alive in palpitating nerves
To kiss his gaze and keep it glued
With my scent and imbued
Let his stupor inebriate
His fingers cascade and permeate
 my soul...
Drench n dab me with petals crushed
Calm me down with noises hushed...
Praise me...
Raise me to your breath..
Until death...<3

#shaista

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