Unsplash He is the sovereign of the night, The kee | English Love

"Unsplash He is the sovereign of the night, The keeper of my darkness. I seek him as the world turns still, A being untethered by mortal form, A pure, untouched soul. He dwells beyond the bounds of earth, Perhaps birthed by the whispers of a black hole, Or concealed in the mystic embrace Of the Bermuda Triangle’s enigma. He is my new moon, my untamed dream. I dare not see his face— I only crave his presence, The graze of his bare hand tracing my spine, His lips dancing on my thighs, His breath, a warm current on my neck, His teeth grazing my earlobe. Our limbs entwined as whispers rise, His gaze piercing into my soul, His tongue igniting my hidden bloom, And his face buried Between the soft sanctuary of my flesh. I yearn to lose myself in him, To surrender, to be consumed, To be his entirely. Take me as I am, Be my master. ©Divya Shrotriya"

Unsplash He is the sovereign of the night,
The keeper of my darkness.
I seek him as the world turns still,
A being untethered by mortal form,
A pure, untouched soul.

He dwells beyond the bounds of earth,
Perhaps birthed by the whispers of a black hole,
Or concealed in the mystic embrace
Of the Bermuda Triangle’s enigma.
He is my new moon, my untamed dream.

I dare not see his face—
I only crave his presence,
The graze of his bare hand tracing my spine,
His lips dancing on my thighs,
His breath, a warm current on my neck,
His teeth grazing my earlobe.

Our limbs entwined as whispers rise,
His gaze piercing into my soul,
His tongue igniting my hidden bloom,
And his face buried
Between the soft sanctuary of my flesh.

I yearn to lose myself in him,
To surrender, to be consumed,
To be his entirely.
Take me as I am,
Be my master.

©Divya Shrotriya

Divya Shrotriya

Unsplash He is the sovereign of the night, The keeper of my darkness. I seek him as the world turns still, A being untethered by mortal form, A pure, untouched soul. He dwells beyond the bounds of earth, Perhaps birthed by the whispers of a black hole, Or concealed in the mystic embrace Of the Bermuda Triangle’s enigma. He is my new moon, my untamed dream. I dare not see his face— I only crave his presence, The graze of his bare hand tracing my spine, His lips dancing on my thighs, His breath, a warm current on my neck, His teeth grazing my earlobe. Our limbs entwined as whispers rise, His gaze piercing into my soul, His tongue igniting my hidden bloom, And his face buried Between the soft sanctuary of my flesh. I yearn to lose myself in him, To surrender, to be consumed, To be his entirely. Take me as I am, Be my master. ©Divya Shrotriya