SATANIC BAIT

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“A Tale of the instances that made HER fall for her SATANIC BAIT”

He was captivating and alluring.

He had her bewitched by his mere presence.

His chivalry and ability to behave feral and untamed when required, made him irresistible.

He was a deadly combination of a bad boy who was also a good man.

He crawled into her mind and soul everyday using his imagination to touch her skin and mark her as his territory, with a passion none could envisage.

The nights were enthralling and the days left her yearning for more.

He was akin to a SATANIC BAIT, luring her into forgetting all rationale.

Her passion for him mounted with each passing moment as he pushed her into the depths of the obscure chasm of her own ardent desires.

He was neither an obsession nor an addiction yet he was intoxicating.

His bewitching charm exposed her carnal desires and he reveled in it.

She had the premonition that resistance was futile.

Soon she had the cognizance of succumbing to the innate thirst and the deep rooted yearning.

The intensity of the insatiable passion that he had built up hit her like the fiery breath of a dragon, consuming the body and soul.

He was like a drug to her.

He made her experience a euphoric high everyday.

She delved into the deepest and darkest desires of the night with him.

He was like an ocean of contradictions and she lost herself in its abyss.

He was akin to the enticement of the devil especially sent to ensnare her.

As she scrolled through his photographs one day she realised she was falling for him.

He touched her in a manner nobody else could delving in right to her core.

Her friend’s words echoed in her ears “He’s got real guts and balls”, she remembered blushing a tiny bit at that but not enough to relate the story.

There was a glow about her as she had smiled, the one she had lost in the past months.

It was a reminder of all that he was and always had been.

 

She started waiting for him,

He became a constant presence on her mind.

He started to wander  her dreamland too.

The moments with him were the ones when she felt desired and appreciated.

She reached the epoch where she got the sensation of a safe haven.

It was the juncture where her heart knew that even the ‘savage’ inside her was done for.

 

 

All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar.

The Soul’s Urge©|2018

 

 

 

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“A Tale of Changing Emotions”

I kept overthinking and reminiscing,

I could sense the bond was missing.

I know that neither of us was at fault;

It was just the VIBES that were LOST.

There was a time when you cared for me,

You tried to understand me, I could see.

Even I wanted to delve deeper into your inner self

but I never got a chance;

as somewhere along the line the connection got ruined.

I had felt a passion like never before,

The rush of tears speak of the intensity furthermore.

The feeling that I had finally found eternal bliss,

Faded away suddenly and I could feel my entirety go amiss.

It is not my pride that refuses to make amends,

Nor is it your ego that is to be blamed;

For you the situations and emotions changed,

brutal honesty was all that was required as I am done with the chases;

Too bruised by a lifetime of experiences to try yet again.

I will always be grateful to you for rescuing me,

it was the first time someone wanted to save me.

You mirrored my soul,

I could sense its depth resonating in you.

Someday the vibes might return,

till then time will heal our minds and souls;

And even if they don’t I will always be thankful to you.

 

 

All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar.

The Soul’s Urge©|2018