Passion

The touch of the lover on your skin,
Sometimes like silk, sometimes satin!

As your eyes meet, there is an unspoken understanding,
A rare connection and you know it's not just a fling!

Just a glance, that sexy smile creates in you a havoc,
And the butterflies flutter in your stomach!

Words whispered wrapped in shyness, spoken softly yet they probe,
The same tongue which replied, now kisses your ear lobe!

As your lips lock, they unlock waves of emotion,
Hormones racing in your system like a tsunami in an ocean!

As your body is caressed by fingers that tease,
A symphony of love and lust created; and unfulfilled desires release!

The zeal, that unbridled thirst you have for anything which holds your attraction,
Ignited with just a spark; a flame if unattended it burns to its own destruction!


This is what is called Passion; Uff, the word itself resonates with action,
For the wise hath said, "God rests in reason but even HE moves in passion!

Passion Illustration by Divyasha Thakur. She is a student of Fashion Design and currently pursuing her studies from NIFT, Bhubaneswar. 

Divyasha has been an avid lover of art since her early days. It was only during the pandemic she discovered her passion for digital art. The medium and the creativity involved in it, helped soothe her frayed nerves during lockdown which had upended her life in umpteen ways.

You can visit her Instagram page @thakurdivyasha to follow some awesome work! 

Copyright © 2022 Wasim Jawaid

This work of fiction, written by Wasim Jawaid is the author’s sole intellectual property. All rights are reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including printing, photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. For permission requests, send an email to the author wasim.jawaid@gmail.com

The Black Stockings

They stretch lazily from the tip of your toes, through the angle of the ankle, caressing your legs gently all the way up to your knees and ending somewhere beyond where the mind’s eye is loath to wander.

Their black colour is the colour of night. They lovingly wrap around the white glow of your skin, as if distilled moonlight has been enclosed by the night sky.

They were just an opaque pair of stockings in the shop where you purchased them from. To be worn by any random shopper.

However on you they take on a different form. As if alive!

They glide across your legs without a wrinkle like second skin until they stretch languidly and disappear under the edges of the short black skirt you are wearing.

At the other end, the stockings dip and end inside the pointed high heeled shoes you wear. Needless to say they too are black in colour completing the head to toe coal black look.

It is bewitching.

Silk of fabric meets silk of skin and together they create a sensuous effect. You cross your legs and sit alone on a bench striking an elegant pose.

You look gorgeous!

In my mind, I have already walked a thousand miles and stop to soak in this mesmerising sight. I sit down on the bench next to you and look into those beautiful eyes which reflect the image of the person who loves you intensely.

I end up kissing your lips to start a flame,
As if a black magic spell has been cast in my name!


An awesome attire can change the entire game,
For igniting my crazy feelings - your black stockings are to blame!

‘The Black Stockings’ Illustration by ishanixart.

(Main Insta – whozzishani) A talented NIFTian. Thank you so much Ishani 🙂

Copyright © 2021 Wasim Jawaid

This work of fiction, written by Wasim Jawaid is the author’s sole intellectual property. All rights are reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including printing, photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. For permission requests, send an email to the author wasim.jawaid@gmail.com