From The Quill of Suranya

 Lips part as if to whisper a prayer  But no words escape it.  Your fingertips linger on the edge. Of her body, like she is a nymph  You are craving on the wall of a temple.  You know every scar and mole in her body  Like it was a shrine to you.  Her youth is a blooming lotus.  In your garden of desire. But why do you pause when they ask who she is?  Why do you inhale every time she asks What you like about her?  Everything, you say, hoping to please her. She smiles and brushes off the empty feeling. that creeps in  As you cuddle in bed.  Every time you make love to her,  She knows it.  You know it.  There is no denying it.  You know her inch by inch.  In the darkness of the right  But in the light of dawn  Her soul is still a stranger. ©Suranya

"BRING OUT A PRETTY DRESS, LET'S PAINT THE TOWN RED!"  "SO IT'S A DATE." SHE DID HER BUN UP IN A MESS. HE PUT THE SILENCER ON HIS GUN INSTEAD. ~ Suranya

The murky river in ripples sang,  Dried leaves in a flurry dance,  Hearts on their sleeves,  The Sky and Earth romanced. Storm surging in a frenzied fashion,  Rebellious in unbridled passion,  They finally united  In the shower of wringing attraction. ~ Suranya  

 Lonely hearts, troubled minds, Young blood, false pride. Emotions and infatuations, Drunken nights and confessions. Moving on and confusion. A weak moment for one. A first heartbreak for another. Avoiding glances, guiltless pleasure, Endless attraction, secret ships. Love lost to "Lust" In all these. ~ Suranya

The water of the shower trickled down my hot, burning skin like waterfalls on the sides of cliffs. The cold water met the body of burning desires, causing goosebumps of ecstasy and calming a racing heart. I closed my eyes to feel the sound of droplets dripping down my earlobes onto my naked skin. There was a certain music to it. A certain peace that took me back to emotions less visited. Desires unfulfilled. In the darkness that surrounded me, I visualised you. There you are. A figure. Blurred. In the light and shadow of the night. In the foggy feel of the heavy rain that fell, much like the shower I stood beneath. Only its music is different from the shower. It's more liberal. Free. And beautiful. For the raindrops touch the earth. The leaves. And the waters of the lake. Just not my body or yours. I see your eyes sparkle. Your deep, dark brown eyes. That conveys a thousand emotions. Do not stare at the clothes hugging my figure in the rain. But into my eyes. You come closer, and m...