Vulnerable

By Shreya Ghoshmitra

My body ain’t vulnerable anymore.

But,

it dances.

It dances, to the soft cadences of your skilled

fingers running at the length of my waist.

It quivers,

when your sinful tongue carves

‘I love you-s’ at the small of my back.

It flutters,

with every firm grasp on the thighs, that

speak of untamed desires and lust.

It shudders,

when those dark brown orbs convey

the ferocity of love and its necessity.

And,

it melts,

with every raw passion oozing

from your lips onto my skin.

By Shreya Ghoshmitra