He is drawing smile from his dreams and he feels her. Mood is eventually turning into ecstasy. What is that which is seducing him? Lustfully, he yields to the seduction. He is crawls out and sultry day connive to untie.
It’s raining and she walks in with inviting charm of sensuality, to hold her... to dance with her. Rain with blazing beauty, blesses the moments with erotic charm. The rain drops kisses her bare shoulders…the beads of water jewels hangs on for a while and then leave the edges to roll down to her cheeks and the lips. As the water accumulates more space, it prolifically orchestrates the satin to embrace with curves. The whizzing node of wind whispers with intense prowess and the magical spell begins.
In the spell, he begin to sense and it seeps into his body and soul…He is itching to dance. She too begins to sense. The mild flame is now turning into inferno. She looks at him and they read the will of instincts. He is not going to let this moment go and neither she. The dance begun; clouds rolling, spreading, clinging, clutching; lightning and thunder too joins. The splashing water mystically creates a fusion and the nature’s acoustic flavor refuse to muffle the moan; rather it blends. The fusion conspires with the fissures and whispering moments of dance. AND THEY DANCE