O! Dear Lady ( Of my favourite Dusky Shade),
I strayed to some of your pictures, and now I am grappling with same eager sensation as when one hears whispers full of sultry tone but can't catch the words. In my head sensual tone of a poem is resonating but befitting words elude me. It's exactly like being soaked without rain, arousal of senses by mere thought; I can feel this even more than myself but can not put my trembling finger on it....
Cloudy sky outside, with goddess nature spraying cool colloid drizzle, and lady masseuse of perfumed breeze jumping into my room from open window to caress myself...I don't know if I am feeling the divine or going nuts. I don't know if it were your vivacious eyes and dusky glow of your face in the images or the silvery dark rain clouds; blaming both seems to me most alluring, as the high I am in right now is bigger than individual kicks of both of you, apparently weather and you thrive together, one enhancing the effect of the other.
Greedy thought of adding some wine to this mix is nagging me; but I am afraid that a mix of rain, wine, and you, will kill me with an overdose of joy.
-Pulastya
I strayed to some of your pictures, and now I am grappling with same eager sensation as when one hears whispers full of sultry tone but can't catch the words. In my head sensual tone of a poem is resonating but befitting words elude me. It's exactly like being soaked without rain, arousal of senses by mere thought; I can feel this even more than myself but can not put my trembling finger on it....
Cloudy sky outside, with goddess nature spraying cool colloid drizzle, and lady masseuse of perfumed breeze jumping into my room from open window to caress myself...I don't know if I am feeling the divine or going nuts. I don't know if it were your vivacious eyes and dusky glow of your face in the images or the silvery dark rain clouds; blaming both seems to me most alluring, as the high I am in right now is bigger than individual kicks of both of you, apparently weather and you thrive together, one enhancing the effect of the other.
Greedy thought of adding some wine to this mix is nagging me; but I am afraid that a mix of rain, wine, and you, will kill me with an overdose of joy.
-Pulastya
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