Acceptance

Of what was

Acceptance

Of what is

Wasn't easy

Still I had to let go of you

While you continued with your prosperity

I was stuck up in a shell of memories

So, I collected my pieces

And liberated myself 

From your pretence of love.

©LR

The poems I have written

For us

And the poems I still write

If only

It were

Still us.

©LR

 Can I borrow your husband for the night, I asked upfront to his wife

Dumbfounded, speechless she stared at me

Well the way your husband is checking me out throughout the evening

I thought of checking his worth 

Will be smooth in penetrating 

Or drinking my musky juices

I want to estimate his power in bed 

She looked at me and her husband 

Her husband's countenance turned pale 

I left them there

Carrying my glass of wine and cigarette.

©LR

 I don't have to go far 

To search you again 

Coz you never left my heart

If it would have been just lust

You would have faded in the horizon 

But its my love for you

So you will remain forever

The last episode

©LR

 

He was different from the rest

For all that he craved

Was to view my navel

As I laid on the bed

He cast aside the pallu

Your navel, its sensual, he whispered

May I kiss the landscape of the centre of gravity

Before I plunge in your navel

I simply nodded

For I wasn't sure what he desired

Gingerly, he kissed the contours of my structure

Without touching me

The tingling sensation he aroused with his art

I twisted in pleasure

Gradually he focused his attention on my third eye

Plunging in the abyss

Of my being

The ecstasy I achieved

Trickled down my legs

I clutched the pillow

Stuffing my agonizing cries

He continued

Till he was satiated

This my lady

Is a signature of my admiration

For the sexuality you radiate

From the centre of your universe!

©LR

 You have the body of a woman 

And sexual drive of mine in it

You don't say or brag 

But I feel it in my bones

Even if we haven't met till date

Your prowess is layered 

Unlike other women I have bedded

For you sex is art

Each stroke depicting a distinct shade 

The act is a rites de passage for you

Taking you higher to a spiritual cosmos 

You take your time

And I know the act of prolonging 

Till you are there 

With me

Climaxing

You are no ordinary woman 

I already sense it

Sex with you

Will be cosmic salvation.

©LR

 You are a passionate soul

In terms of love 

And intimacy 

No one can even come closer

To the aura you carry

You are a mirage 

A haunting dream

An unquenchable craving 

Men like me

Get sucked into your vortex of desires

You love fiercely 

And make love 

With complementing intensity 

A man of providence 

Might touch your flesh

But he can never touch your depth

You are more than curves and edges

You are a work of masterpiece

Mortals like me

Visualise you

A forever muse.

©LR

 You and I

Will remain an unfinished story

A story, whose genesis universe conspired 

A story, whose fructification is destined

You and I

Amidst our high and low tides

Treading and weaving our feelings 

Regardless of the distance

Will forever remain an unfinished story 

Maybe that's how it was meant to be. 

©LR

 I hate it when we fight over trivias 

If we would have been together

I would have tied you

And made love to you

A deep passionate love making

Looking into your eyes

Plunging into your depths

Slowly, very slow

Registering every expression of yours

The jiggling of your breasts

In consonance with my thrusts

The arch of your waist

The flurry of your breath 

As I shove my circumference 

I would always prefer fighting with you

On the bed.

©LR

 

Ohh no, you can't close your eyes

I want to see the wave of emotions

That surge in your eyes

When I latch your thighs on my shoulder

I want to lock my eyes with yours

When your juices cascade on my legs

As my phallus explores your oceanic depths

More than your sumptuous flesh

It's your hypnotic eyes

That I wish see

And feel...

©LR