His hands moved
Through those ebony hair,wavy
As breeze through Hyacinths.
Eyes were closed
And shivered the lashes
In the touch of his fingers
Lips spread,in anticipation
Of the warmth his lips would give
Reminds of a Hornbill
In await of Rain
Caress of silky cheeks
Up and down
Rhythm of passion
Slow to fast, paced the heartbeats
Moments of Union
Indeed…Divine minutes of Love.
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