The hair is veiled
With abysmal darkness
But your smile is the light of those red lips,
You spell an aura of resplendence.
From your fair collarbone and desiring neck,
Your curves tempt every living soul with some youthfulness left in their hearts and a pair of functioning eyes.

Perfectly shaped bosoms,
curved over a black brasserie
That trace towards a series of irresistible
sun baked beauty.
Now move slowly,
Let me forget this image.
I need some sleep,
To dream you again.
Unravelling everything slowly
Till you forget to stop me.

© Shashank Bharadwaj