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NOT SEX BUT WORSHIPPING THE RICHES OF KAMASUTRA!
Not the body, he treasured her soul. His first touch on her navel felt like the curling of a touch me not. The nimble fingers on her goddess-like torso made her skin goose up.
Like thread-less snakes they coiled to essence every crease of their bare trunks.
The cold night warmed up the folds of the bedsheet. Hormones played the piano with the orchestra of tenderness and lust. The overwhelming duo masked the beauty of the night as they not just had sex, they worshipped the riches of kamasutra.
The gaudy grey clouds gauzed the scars of the moon to enhance darkness with secrecy. Not the duet now, like artists they poured colours on the canvas proving that nature is more beautiful. Her fragrance diffused just as a crushed floret every second he turned affectionate. Carvings of an intricate sculptor they did imitate in their postures. Beautiful it is as always!
So why call it sex when you can exaggerate it by calling "Worshipping the riches of kamasutra!"
© tuli
Like thread-less snakes they coiled to essence every crease of their bare trunks.
The cold night warmed up the folds of the bedsheet. Hormones played the piano with the orchestra of tenderness and lust. The overwhelming duo masked the beauty of the night as they not just had sex, they worshipped the riches of kamasutra.
The gaudy grey clouds gauzed the scars of the moon to enhance darkness with secrecy. Not the duet now, like artists they poured colours on the canvas proving that nature is more beautiful. Her fragrance diffused just as a crushed floret every second he turned affectionate. Carvings of an intricate sculptor they did imitate in their postures. Beautiful it is as always!
So why call it sex when you can exaggerate it by calling "Worshipping the riches of kamasutra!"
© tuli
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