She was a divorcee 
If office rumours were to be believed 
She had a fine woman taste in men
Besides her power and affluence
She was high octane
I too joined the tribe
Completely hooked and intrigued by her persona
Being a novice and an intern
I felt intimidated
Yes ma'am, that's all I managed in her presence

It was another day when she invited me to her chamber to schedule her week
She was facing the window 
Our chic outline against the filtering rays was a sight to behold 
When she drew the curtains and locked her eyes with me
I literally stopped breathing

Come near me, she said 
Speechless, I went near her
Closer, she persisted 
I could almost inhale the fragrance she wore 
Kneel, she said 
I did as if I was in a trance

You will do whatever I command, she dictated
Ma'am, I whispered

She took off her pantie and handed it to me
What's the fragrance am I wearing, find it
That's your task for the weekend, she winked 
I will promote you once you achieve success
Between my legs! 
©LR

 The frenzied desire of touching your sumptuous flesh

Exploring your uncharted moles 

Inhaling the  feminine musk trickling down your legs

And the throbbing bulge between mine

Some nights are a nightmare

Without you

Only your erotic words

And seductive images

You ruin me My Lady

Even if I am spoilt for choices.

©LR

 'Voueyer' that's what you can designate me
And I take pride in being so

Watching her various stages of dressing
And undressing 
Through my binoculars 
As the breeze facilitated my interest
Graduated into an obsession 
The thrill of watching her changing 
With her arms raised
Tying her reptile tresses
The exposed midriff 
The curvaceous grace
Was more stimulating than sex 

I didn't masturbate 
Rather I piled it up 
Challenging myself to the extreme ends

She would never know
And I was content with my voyeuristic indulgence.
©LR

 There's no escape from me, she had warned me
I didn't take it seriously then
But when I felt her energy 
I was engulfed

She was true to her words
She was goddess rati 
The way she sketched her art on me
Dazed,  my pride couldn't rise to the occasion 
She understood
And was patient
As she feathered my flesh with earnest kisses
The surge of passion she aroused 
It was never the same with other women I had bedded

We had sex
But I couldn't match her prowess
How could I even satiate a goddess
I realised how trivia was my male pride
Of all the women I had
Her aphrodite touch
Humbled my existence.
©LR

It wasn't meant to be
But it was bound to happen

As he guided me to knead the dough
His hands touched mine
Enterwining his fingers, he inched closer behind me 
With his hot breath hissing on my neck
I could barely breathe 

I didn't stop him
When he smudged the dough on my neck 
Plastering some on my throbbing breasts
His fingers trailed all the way to my navel
Stop, I murmered 
मालकिन this is how it is meant to be, he hoarsely said

The cooking course with my cook was successful in the end.
©LR

 Of course I get turned on by looks

I guess that's natural 

But with you, it's different 

Your sensual layers stimulate my being

Unlike others

The tapestry of your erotic words

Engulf my thoughts

Leaving me breathless 

Your body, a piece of art in itself

But when your mind spins it's mystical lure

I just want to watch you sometime

In leisure

Capturing and soaking your enigmatic beauty. 

©LR

 Art 
When there's only one string tied to you
Barely covering 
Still holding your modesty 

Art
When I untie the string
Liberating your bosom 
To breathe

Art 
When your curves whisper
To be feathered with my finger tips

Art
Is you
It starts
And ends with you. 
©LR

 His medical profession took a toll on our marriage
He was never there 
I tried to keep myself engaged
But the voidness overwhelmed my being
And then I noticed him
Our new gardener, silent yet conspicuous 
I never realised when it became a ritual
He grew on me

The day I crossed the threshold
I did not know why
I just went there and stood beside him
He acknowledged my presence 
And went back to his work 

His indifference stirred something in me 
A rage swept over
And I started crying
He stopped
Lifting me in his arms
He carried me towards the dense greenery 
When he laid me on the earth
Our eyes met
And they spoke 
 
Everything blurred
As the wind whistled
And the thunder rumbled in the distant horizon 
My earth got soaked 
With his seeds

 
We returned
Soiled in passion 
After that encounter 
I never saw him again.
©LR

 Her flower was wild and unkempt

Yet I loved her earthy essence

For I love exploring the wilderness

Gradually foresting my way to her wildflower 

Nestled in her dense forests 

Her lips bloom to my touch

Her core, expand 

Waiting for my face to be tucked between her legs

She doesn't moan

She inhales deeply

Her eyes castaway 

I know she's not with me there

We both are in our ecstasy spaces 

Sex isn't about penetration 

It's the transfer of energy

A symphony of fire and ice.

© LR 

 What's on your mind, he asked
Nothing, I replied 
Maybe some fantasies to experience, he probed further 
Still nothing, I replied

My mind is blank
Even if my flesh is lush
I simply want to dwell in the beauty of the moment
You have the knack for sex
While I possess the art for intimacy 
You dunno what you are dealing with
Even if you exercise your power
But when I weave my poetry on your flesh
You will realise I am not like others

I merely don't tease with words
I capture your very essence.
©LR