We have been raised to fear the yes within ourselves, our deepest cravings.
Audre Lorde (1934–1992)

Warmth of Your Embrace Telling me to stop believing is like telling me to stop breathing As I lay in the expanse of this bed I feel your presence… You are here, Your lingering scent and closeness Arouse passionate desire Your soft gentle breath Whispers across my lips Your tantalising tender touch With precision of a skilled surgeon and delicacy of fluttering gossamer wings brushes my skin teasing like a cool breeze I roll into the warmth Of your awaiting embrace concerns of the day Fade into oblivion As Eros and Aphrodite Whisper in dulcet tones Words of love Igniting souls of passion Evoking emotions Like liquid crystal into moulds Blending, flowing Unifying into hues of ruby red And amber shades Hands gliding contours Of delicate forms Marvelling the smoothness Of soft sensual velvet touch. ~*~ “Ali, Meri  Dilbar Jaani Mujhe tumse pyar hai bahut Sanam. Mere dard ko mitao, tum mere meet ho. Bin tere kuch nahin hai… Elga” ~*~ Copyright Elga ~Indigo~ 28 May 2005 - All rights reserved 05H15PM