What was meant to be a rendezvous with the would be bride
Ended up in disaster 

The interaction between our eyes
Was enough to set the ball rolling 
I happened to be photographer
Her flirtatious spirit 
A graze here
A wink there 

We managed to sneak into her room
On the pretext of solo shoot 
In the cacophony of marriage setting
A last ride before I wear the marital chains, she said mischievously
Lifting her lehenga 
As she unzipped my pant 

Taking my member in her mehendi ladened hands 
I was flying high...

But the tingling in my phallus 
As she caressed it
Gradually escalating to fire
I realised it was the mehendi effect
I pushed her away 
And ran into the washroom to wash it away
But the firey sensation refused to fade 

Cursing my fate 
I left her there
Only to capture the rest of the marriage
With atrocious discomfort.
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 You and me

Both of us soak in the silence of the moment 

Me inside you feeling your earthy warmth 

As you feel the pulse of my throbbing vein

Whenever our eyes meet, we kiss

Our tongues swirl in each other's juices

Your fingers comb my hair

While I drape myself in your midnight tresses

I penetrate gently

Like slow waves

Your eyes are teary and you sigh in pleasure

We both relish in each other's body fragrance

The scent of our musk lingers

As the night serenades the moon

We indulge, beautifying every moment 

For there's no tomorrow 

It is only us, then and there 

Next day we disappear into our respective martial horizons.

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 I still fantasize about you
Even if I have a wife 
And girlfriend

I lack the courage to approach you
Your aura is such
You not only mesmerize 
But intimidate 

I often visualise you as a goddess 
Me as your devoted patron
Engulfed in your cascading tresses
Relaxing in the warmth of your bosom
Suckling your nectar 

And those eyes of yours
Have a magnetic lure
Somewhere from where there's no escape 
I know the day we meet, if ever 
I don't stand a chance in front of your sensual prowess

You are fire reincarnate
Your touch will reduce mere mortals like me to ashes 
My goddess Svaha.
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 I was certain that my vow for a year long celibacy

Was about to be shattered 

I was soaking the sun on the terrace

When she slid in front of me

On the the pretext of taking out the clothes From the rope

She started grinding herself against me

I stood motionless 

But my snake had started hissing in my shorts 

Every raging urge to break my vow was diminishing every second 

That's when the milkman called out

And she left

I narrowly escaped from almost being raped

No wonder, the bhabhis are most sort after these days.

©LR

 The night stretched 
So did the night
And in the silence of the car
The undercurrents were strong 

I picked her from a party one late night
She was drunk and messy 
And her destination was long
I tried to focus on the road
But her flowery fragrance 
Her proximity, were distracting 

When she leaned upon me
And caressed my legs
All my resolve started weakening 
I stopped the car by a deserted stretch
And told her to behave

She wasn't evening listening 
She slipped from her mini frock 
To display her nude form

 मैडम जी आप होश में नहीं है, I pleaded 
Oh common भैया, don't you wish to have a rich spoilt girl like me, she taunted 
I kept silent 
But as her taunts escalated 
It excited me 
I pushed her on the seat
And buried my face between her legs

She was a screamer
Her smooth profanities 
Resonated in the air.
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 It was always her moles 
Which caught my eyes
Not her sensuous structure
Or her musical eyes

From the one on her tip of her nose
To those lurking between her breasts
Some adorning her curvaceous waist

 
But the day we met 
Lying bare
I discovered more her gems
One perched on her nipple 
Another around her aerola
As I descended 
To explore further 
I was in for a surprise 
Her derriere was embellished as well

But the priceless gem
Was the one concealed in her musky forests 
As I spread her legs
To her inhale her fragrance 
There she was
The queen of all moles 

What a woman she was
Of ecstatic thoughts 
And an ecstasy herself
A sensuous goddess.
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 A woman without a bra 

It's a completely different thing

The tease in that is immense

The carefree breasts

Bursting inside the blouse helms

Swinging with the body movements 

A sight I relished everyday 

When डीडी, our maid provided juvenile entertainment

I was aware of पापा eyes feasting on her assets 

But that day, I accidentally caught them red handed

पापा hands were inside her blouse 

Twerking and squeezing her nectar 

She said जल्दी करो साहेब, माम आ जाएगी

But it wasn't until मामा came out of the shower 

He finally let go of her

Watching the amorous dalliance between my father and the maid

Made me restless

I craved for my share as well 

That sultry noon when I grabbed her magnificent breasts

When no one was around 

Startled, she literally screamed क्या कर रहे हो बाबू 

अब हमारी बारी दीदी

पापा को टोह मजे देते हो

हमें भी लेना है, I smirked 

She had to yield...

And from that day onwards I enjoyed her as well

With whom she had the maximum fun

Obviously the youthfully loaded.

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 His voice filled me with fear 

And wanting

I was literally trembling

When he whispered 'be mine '

The sanctity of professor-student was about to breached 

But my mind was disoriented 

My flesh craved for his rawness

So when he commanded to crawl on my knees to reach him

I obeyed 

As he tilted my chin to kiss me

His masculine fragrance was dopey 

He simply didn't kiss me

He sucked the breath out of me

While making me alive 

What transpired I can't recollect 

But all that I remember was being used

The way I had craved! 

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 She was an artist 

In her thoughts

And spirits 

The subtle sensual tease of her flesh

The fragrance of romance in her hair

The beauty in those poignant eyes

Everything about her was aesthetically fetching 

So when I tried to capture her in my lens

My eyes became clouded with desires intense

The curve of death 

The peekaboo of her sumptuous thighs 

The plunging cleavage of love and life

Everything...

Everything about her was slow and painful death. 

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 As I held her in my arms

She was still warm

Her body misty

And her tresses, messy

We were just through with our passionate session 

In the dingy storeroom redolent of medicines

That was our safe passage 

From the clutter of hospital ambience

 

She was my patient

A regular gynaecologist check up with her husband 

Drifted into a passionate flair 

One look at her husband was enough to deduce

Who was dysfunctional in bed

The doctor/patient consultation soon fructified 

In my chambers or sometimes in the storeroom

She was a tigress 

Even my youthful virility couldn't match her prowess

That sultry noon when she slept in my arms

She was unusually hot

Somehow I could detect another beat

I flustered...

Wondering if I am wrong 

But I felt it again

So when I checked her once we were proper 

She was indeed pregnant 

And no rewards for guessing 

Who was the father!

©LR