He caressed her warm skin
his fingers fondling her gently,
and his nails drawing random lines
on her bare curvy loin,
as if he attempted a fresco art
on her naked torso’s rind

She unaware of what might find her
submitted her being
falling into an abyss,
thoughts lost,
senses derailed,
insanity engulfed her,
and she galvanized in his spell
indulging in some unfathomable desires
The world called it lust,
but for them,
it was the epitome of discovering each other,
drenched in a thing called love

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