A touch of your finger on my cheek may triggers this. It lights something inside me. Or, is it something in your eyes! In your eyes, I see my self as the fuel of desire, with such intensity that It makes me believe that I could burn. And I do burn, every single time. There is no better form of truth than the expression of passion in the eyes. I know this because, in those moments, when I glance in to your eyes they captivate me as sighting of God would do. Inside me, they touch something which distills my desires in to their purest form to the very edge of my senses. When that happens, perhaps, that is the moment when consciousness has served its purpose. Because soul can see its reflection; in the object of its desire.
The surroundings melt away. Senses crave for nothing else but you, unlimited you. Eyes can see no other light but my own glow, sprinkled by your eyes, purified by your passion. My skin is filled with brilliant sensations, as if tenderness of love is touching me in thousand forms. I descend in to the silence of farthest reaches of ocean and still hear universe humming in your passion filled voice. I sublimate your scent intending to preserve it as my final memory before death.
I have come to realise my darling, that I love myself the most when I love you.
-Pulastya
The surroundings melt away. Senses crave for nothing else but you, unlimited you. Eyes can see no other light but my own glow, sprinkled by your eyes, purified by your passion. My skin is filled with brilliant sensations, as if tenderness of love is touching me in thousand forms. I descend in to the silence of farthest reaches of ocean and still hear universe humming in your passion filled voice. I sublimate your scent intending to preserve it as my final memory before death.
I have come to realise my darling, that I love myself the most when I love you.
-Pulastya
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