Crescent

Crescent

She kept visiting him on those long, dark, lonely nights he had to spend in heart wrenching desperation.

His eyes kept lingering on her body, and each time she smiled at him, he could not help but fantasize doing sinful things to her, things beyond imagination of a mere person. The silk of her robes billowed like waves on the ocean, the waves of excitement his heart surged through each time he caressed her hair. Her full lips, along with her desirable curves left him wanting beyond his limits. Each time her slender fingers traced their way on his coarse chest, he got delightful goosebumps. Whenever she muttered sweet nothings into his ear, he knew that she was stealing his soul, piece by piece.

She made him feel inadequate.

For the crescent moon's beauty used to take his breath away every time he looked at her surrounded by her shimmering stars on cloudless nights.