His arms, her home.
128 Words
Laying on the bed, lost in his thoughts.
Even with the blindfold on, sleep is long gone.
There is an ache deep down in my core.
My soul is craving for something much more.
The chilled breeze didn't help my already hard nips,
My dainty fingers traced patterns slowly moving to my hips,
A small whimper fell out of my lips, as I clenched my thighs.
Catching my breathe, I realised...
Even in his absence, I was lost in a trance.
A spell casted by his enchanting words.
The want for his touch, which made me feel alive.
Our mingled breathe, as we together reached the ecstasy.
Our laughs echoing around, cuddled in each others arms.
For he is my home, where I felt belonged.
- Musings of Riya.
- Writer
