Intoxication

By Nisha Murali

Lighted a cigar, he leaned by the headboard

Caught a glimpse of her amid the half-shut doors

Her dusky skin shimmered, from the twilight

Sneaking into the hallway despite those drapes

She sensed his stealthy sight, yet acted quiet

She was a beauty preserved in his arms

His intoxication was her fragrance

His anxiety peaked, on her appearance

The bed undone, an aura of romance remained in the room

Reminiscing those very moments when he

Hastily unfastened her to only realize she was a goddess in disguise

Grabbed her by those curves, he fell into the depths of the sensuous

Clasped her arms with his, heard her sigh

Her luscious long hair tangled between his finger rifts

Drops of wet gleamed on her neck,

She breathed swiftly, as he conquered her underneath him

That was a passionate love, he gasped

It was only a while ago, still can’t get enough of her

Oh my! Is she a dream? He thought and simpered

By Nisha Murali