Sometimes the simple act of sitting beside you

Feeling your warmth on my sturdiness 

Curling my fingers in your hair

While inhaling your feminine fragrance 

Has a charm of its own 

Sometimes you and me

And nothing else except being together 

In our confined space.

©LR

 I wrapped around him
Even if we were done
Feeling the warmth of his body
With his flaccid member cushioned in between my legs 
With our beats resonating
Soaking the moment
We were silent

Ma'am I have to leave, he ultimately broke the silence 
There's no one at the gaurd post
Someone might notice and complain 
We got proper
Until next time when my husband is out of town

He was the security guard at our apartment.
©LR 

 Just a drop 
From the depth of your ocean
When you are drenched in perspiration
Is enough to quench my thirst for you 
My Lady.
©LR

 To be with you

But can't be with you

Choked in that dilemma I still reach out to you 

Coz there's no one like you

Where I find solace

Nestled on your lap

When your fingers caress my forehead

I feel at home 

Sex becomes insignificant 

For in the warmth of your silence there's love

The sacredness of our bond society will judge

We can't live together nor can defend

As you are seperated 

And I still a bachelor  

Some relations aren't meant to be

But has beauty in its being together.

©LR

 Look at me when my fingers course

Every swell and curve of yours

I want to watch every emotion 

That swim in your eyes 

As I caress your earthy lure

Don't look away or close your eyes my love

I see my universe in those profound eyes of yours

Your flesh is just a passage 

But it is always your eyes 

That has immense depth

Than every curve of yours. 

©LR

 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