I don't need anyone to heal me
Not with their professed love
Or with their flimsy attraction
I suffice 
In myself

Distant yet content
Bold yet reserved in my being
Why I write what I write 
Why I project myself in artistic form
People assume she's seeking...
They line up for easy sex
While I am rooted to something deep within myself 
Somewhere where none can reach

The trajectories of life have not only enriched my being
But transformed me into someone I was meant to be. 
©LR

 The feeling when he grows inside me
When I mount him
My breasts smudging his face
When he's least in the mood

As I clasp his hardness 
With my lips between my legs
And grind my hips on his brawny surface
His breath in gasps 
As I choke him further with my breasts

Pinning his hands over his head
Is my kind of sex 
For I love to conquer!
©LR

When surrender feels safer than supremacy 

When intimacy is more comforting than intensity

She was my safe space

My anchor from the familial chaos

Everything between us was like a timeless river

A continuity from martial disharmony

I desired her without possession 

And she loved me without expectations 

A silent understanding

Something divinely secure

She, the other woman 

And I, her forbidden love. 

©LR

 Obviously you are different
How many upper middle class women in their forties weave erotica
Leaving the comfort zone of affluence

Portraying herself sensually 
Yet with aesthetic undertones 
Creating her own identity somewhere 
In the ocean of excess vulgarity

You might not be the only one weaving erotica 
But you definitely are a rarity

A confluence of sensual intelligence 
My Lady.
©LR

 It wasn't my kind of sex
Raw and savage 
It was just sex

For her, it was getting over her breakup 
Someone to comfort her disturbed semblance 
And I happened to be there
As a pillar of support
When she was completely alienated by family and friends

 
She was a mere acquaintance at the bank 
Someone I knew over the years
I learned about her broken engagement
And the anguish of ignominy she faced

I intervened, setting things into order
Bashing up the ex fiancee 
And patching up the distance between her and her parents

We met 
And had sex
Not as a gesture of goodwill 
For my magnanimous presence 
But she found comfort 
As she lay on my chest for three nights
Dissolving herself in me

Situationship, that's what called nowadays. 
©LR

 I buried my face in her freshly showered ass
Her agonizing moans were testimony to the fact that she hadn't been explored there 
As I licked her rear crack
While sliding my finger in her triangle
She shuddered 

Not so soon my Lady, I remarked 
As I took a puff from the cigarette
You will release when I command
She merely nodded her head
While clutching the sheets 

Now, I commanded as I buried my head
Between her legs
She obeyed 
Rewarding me bounteously.
©LR

 Lust is more powerful than reason 

So when our eyes conspired 

There was no second thoughts 

About time, place and action

I came across her in the nursery

While she was in a saree accentuating her curves

I was in my casuals 

I walked past her but kept checking her out

As we stood beside each other for the billing

The undercurrents were overwhelming

I was through first

But I waited for her in my car

Government vehicle it was

So a bureaucrat's wife, I deduced

She didn't board the vehicle 

She simply sauntered inside my car

Even if I was unsettled, I drove the car to a deserted stretch 

As she bent over to kiss me

I dragged her and made her sit on top

Even if it was crammed, she lifted her saree

And glided on my thighs

I responded with equal fervor 

And within seconds, I was holding her waist

Dipping in her universe 

As she thrust her breasts on my face 

Even if it was a quickie 

It was sheer euphoria 

Considering she was older

A spine chilling adventure during peak hours 

And that too a bureaucrat's wife.

©LR

 Her eyes

It was always her serpent eyes

Which mesmerized my senses 

The desire to look into her eyes

While I make love to her

Was overwhelming at times

That noon we carried our desires to bed 

Will remain imprinted

It wasn't how raw her flesh

It wasn't the prowess she radiated

It was the fierceness in those eyes

The aura of a goddess

So captivating it was

Unable to look into her depths 

As she seized my phallus 

While galloping away into the infinity 

I stuffed my face with the cushion

What if I fall in love

With those eyes. 

©LR

 Sometimes a regular call might disrupt your frame

And sometimes a wrong number can set the stage 

And that's precisely how we met 

From intermittent chatting 

To dating 

Somewhere we both knew 

Where it was heading

The day we met

As we were through with the ritual 

The silence in the car was deafening

With no words of flirting or foreplay 

I kissed her

She responded by grabbing my neck

And her fingers coursing my hair

The hum of the AC couldn't cool the fire we had ignited

Pulling her legs on my lap

Stripping her soiled pantie 

I chewed her thighs 

In between abusing profanities

And pleading to penetrate 

She clutched my neck

I simply spread her legs

And drained off her juices.

©LR

You are not ordinary

Even if you were average

I would have been attracted to you still

Coz it's your mind

That has more layered

The depth of emotions you capture

Ignites my mind

It’s a different thing that your physical form is equally beautiful in every way

Your oval face

Almond eyes

Voluptuous feminine grace

And those never ending tresses 

You are a sumptuous palate

 

Every time I finish with a girl

I think all this anticipation was for this empty pleasure

With you it’s never like that

Your expansive mind

Gravitational breasts

With the peekaboo of your eye

Hypnotizes me like none other 

My lady.

©LR