Lust stories.

By Gaanarupini

It was dusk to midnight.

the rum was at its best.

the two were in the zest,

spoke about everything

under the star that was twinkling.

the spoken lips that were drunk

met with a zeal and blush.

the surrendering to the bodies

made heaven on earth.

lost in each other

the world rejoiced,

knowing that this would

ever prevail,

until the love recede.

By Gaanarupini