Colours of passion.

Sometimes I wonder what we would do 
If we ever meet in person

Away from the prying eyes
Just you and me.

Who will make the first move 
Or we will shy in privacy

Or we shouldn't waste a second.
Hustling on each other without any preliminaries.

Stripping each other’s façade
Caressing and being caressed
Dancing in covetous rhythm

When you initiate the rites de passage with your luxuriant kisses, 
stimulating me to respond with equating eagerness.

When your fingers encircles my breasts
Erecting my nipples for you to taste

Taste the flavor of love
To douse your unquenchable thirst.

Gradually gliding to the depths 
enquiring me with penetrating fingers

Making me desire you in mouth 
And between my legs.

When gushes my hotness copiously 
Seeking to be marinated 

I will guide you my love with open eyed
To see the colours of passion

To see your brilliance, filtering my senses
touching me as your woman.

Laying seeds of love
Beautifying us to orgasmic climax

When we both are possessed
Expecting nothing in return 
Only souls communicating at that moment.

To be embalmed as male and female

The genesis of an odyssey
Embellished with passionate colours.

Questioning Us

How much time does it take to fall for someone?

Love at first sight.... days, months or years for something to blossom

I wonder which my case is...when you entered my being

Sweeping me off with your invisibly charming persona…drawing out feelings unknown to me

Indefinable feelings…love or lust…I can’t measure for both are twilight of the heart which dissolves over

Something so profound...that flooded my cocooned existence

Illuminating my shadows…guiding me to the meadows

Where your infusive soothing positivity and subtle mischievous gaiety enraptures me

Hypnotizing me to dwell on fantasies which seems surreal

Why do I feel you in my senses even if I have met you only once

The matters of the heart are now vocally mutual...but I still want to discern

Discern the magnetic pull that has beautified me in natural ornaments

Beautifying my essence with elusive presence...making me alive with your evocative handsomeness

Who are you...and why do you matter to me...

Melting of the ice maiden…

Melting of the ice maiden….deflowered, yet a virgin!

Burning in fervor of sexual curiosity…
Desiring to be worshipped in the altar of potency...

 A maiden enshrouding herself in intimidating grace...
Yet inwardly craving to be lost in the wilderness...

Shedding inhibitions, opening up to newness…
Rewarding her foliage with assorted prizes...

Where passion throbs between her thighs, itching to pulverize her lover with hedonistic prowess...

Charging and challenging her veteran yet virile opponent…
Uniting together in dopamine incandescence...

Bedecked in the lavishness of love and lust, the maiden is now waiting..For For the much awaited melting touch...

Fructifying seeds

Hearing your sexy voice, 
Takes me on a voyage.

Your polished flirtatiousness becoming poetically contagious.

Flourishing me with actuating comments, Completing my incompleteness with your angelic presence

  A presence of more a hunter than killer
With sober flirtatious agility being the solemn purpose.

Charmed am I with your winning persona
A handsome not just from outside but from within.

Our communicable flirting wavers my determination.
Everytime I hear you, it reinforces my attraction

  Reflecting in the form of poetry 
Which is now your inclusive property.

Standing at a safe distance.
I wish us to be enclosed in moments where you lay the seed and I bear the poetic fruits

Retreating behind the bars…

Retreating behind the bars where I wish to hide my agonizing scars

Scars of pride bruised by repeated victimization…. scaring my existence forever

Pushing me into infinite darkness where I had sequestered myself in recriminating silence

A haunting silence which questioned my birth as a girl

A girl who lost her innocence when she didn’t even have breasts to flaunt

Victimized at every phase … I searched for answers as to why I suffered so much

When I assumed I was done…hurt was inflicted in new forms

Switching seamlessly from copious tears to volcanic outpour, sometimes I tried to ignore

Ignore the steady crescendo of insensitivity with defining machismo

The pathos couldn’t stop the infesting worms parading their slight of mind

Slicing away my belief and vulnerability…. experiencing men have been nightmares

Metamorphosizing me into a defiant woman over the years

With a steely determination to keep them at a safe distance

Yet the ‘nightmares’ continues in unfathomable and unwarranted forms

Still I am surviving coalescing behind the bars…

Dichotomous denial.

The vicissitudes of life is unfolding in strange ways.
Me being designated as a femme fatale
Exuding unique gorgeous intellect.

Perennially conducting intrigues in the form of young and old

Fancifully ready to flirt.

With mummifying flummery which I least deserve.

Affording social and romantic amusements are for the venturesome
Fails to capture me in its fold.

For I prefer sinking into insignificance
Than clutter my life with men

Except for poetic unwinding
Which detoxifies my suppressed urges.

When women are going great lengths, charming pants off!
I consciously and verbally elbow out men with my intimidating presence

Sequestering myself
Looking for answers as to where am I leading.
Loosing or winning.

Occasionally the woman in me desires to breakdown sexual boundaries
To be indulgent in ephemeral pleasures.
But the inwardly wandering thoughts tugs me back to reality
Chaining me.

Maybe the instinctive mistrust for men who use and dump.
Or the thought of coming home to clutter at the cost of marital discord.
That's why I keep a safe distance from all of them.
Except for the occasional flirting which I can at the most afford

This dichotomy of my persona bewilders me
As to who am I.
What am I seeking

A woman who seeks for adventure
Or a woman in denial.

Consummating fantasies ...

You may designate me as a beauty of avant garde exuding contagious radiance

But I am just a fallible woman who has fallen prey to your deceptive decency

Deceiving me and yourself

That I am a woman of indigestible par excellence, unworthy of your attention.

Evoking heady feelings which magnetizes me in spite of the chasm

Haunting me with your suave persona

Transgressing my thoughts towards irrational lust

The strong undercurrent of irrepressible attraction looks for horizon

Where the carnal colloquy consummates into passionate brilliance.

Praising each other with inquisitive hands...luxuriating in waves of joy and rapture

Then me taking over

Shedding last semblance of grace, pinning you to bed

Whispering sweet nothings in your ears and marking you with stinging kisses

Gliding your sweat sheathed body downwards; I want to eclipse you in my darkness

Drowning your euphoric turgidity....guiding us to orgasmic bursts

For night long sessions where bodies succumbs to artistic calisthenics

Exercising your will power to bluff me off will only prove fatal

For extinguishing the breathing fire will leave both of us sufficiently bereaved

So come lets consummate our fantasies my dear, else I will haunt you till your waning years

Honeyed Trap

Every time I speak to you

You provide me with a new muse

A muse for creative imagination

Thereby staving off my mundane existence.

An existence seeking symbolic significance amongst engrossing realities

Every time I converse with you

I wish to escape into solitude

To soak in your essence

Every time I interact with you

I get sucked in the vortex of your elusive charms

A gravitational pull to your sensitivity, 

Religiously enshrining your smooth persona

Marring me at intervals with your calls

Mind digresses towards amorous thoughts

The geographical distance emboldens me to flirt with you at the most!

Every time I hear your voice

I want to embrace silence

To replay your euphonious voice which moistens me with lingering fragrance

Tried disassociating 

Unfortunately your pampering goodness pulls me back

It’s not because of the mummifying compliments That you shower that has embezzled my heart

It's you.

I guess we are already in the honeyed trap.

Behind the veil

Behind the veil waits a woman in her elements
Waiting in anticipation, 
To be celebrated in stardust moments
Moments of infinite ecstasy 
Illuminating with sexual glory.

Seething beneath the surface
She waits
To engulf you in her magma desires
With sublime ministrations 
Graduating to extensive fornicating finesse

Behind the veil, lies a woman
To devour you in her oceanic depths
Where the circumference of your manhood looses
In her sinful fluvial
Where bodies merge into an euphonious song
Abandoning inhibitions 
Climaxing together with rewarding revelations

She waits, resurrect her with your prowess
She is a goddess, to be worshipped.

©LR

  

Unfinished Business

As the evening sinks into night.
With your thoughts in sight
I wait individual, parading through life.

A life so void without our seething libidos
Now lost, in the psychological quick sand of life
But still I wait.
As my seething sexuality, propels me to seek ways
To be indulgent

Shirking marriage, that has more responsibilities than pleasure
I crave, to osmose you in my core

Initiating the rites of passion 
Consummating it, with lingering fervour
I wish to frame moments
When the impurities of distance
Finds a catharsis
With your turgid presence.
Iluminate my breezy darkness 
And celebrate me with your fornicating finesse

I am waiting, on the edges
Let's course together

For we have, unfinished business to complete

Tangerine Haze

Impregnating thoughts of a gentleman so wise 
Who has captivated me in his torpedoing tide.

A man of quintessential sagacity 
Coupled with incredible virtuosity and resonating gaiety

Weighing on my mind
Ever since he has entered my life.

Magnetized with his charming humility 
My feelings digressed towards infatuating sensibilities

Gradually overcoming the initial fascination 
Now I am stung with haunting emotions.

Evoking feelings of awe and unmitigated adoration among shifting realities.

His contagious charm infused with signature humour 
A voice so mellifluous that has hooked me forever.

My intriguing mind looks for answers i
If it is the splendours of romance that has swept me off.

But I doubt so…for he is simply beyond expression

An essence of refinement who has embellished me in his natural ornament.

Moving beyond my so-called glamour quotient
Perceiving me as a woman of substance Metamorphosizing my redundancy into creative articulation
His visibly impalpable presence has captured my imagination

Wandering mind at times fantasizes of sinful indulgence 
Trying to figure if it is a earthy desire to have him

Fantasies loose their appetizing significance 
What remains is puritan presence.

So neither its infatuation nor romantic graces 
Or carnal desire that has stirred me

But a sense of profound feeling
A beauty of the senses where the heart connects.

Our occasional dalliance hasn't lessened my esteem for him 
the distance has rather trumped up my innermost feelings

Feelings which have no explanation but undisguised idolization.

Lost am I in a tangerine haze
Here I wait for answers
As to how to articulate this indefinable emotion.

Patently Impossible.

Your professed love for me is just a transitory dream which will never bear any cream

For some dreams are best when not implemented with surgical finesse

My poems may be igniting your imagination but my prototypic temper will blaze all your sensation

Body never lies....only mind signifies caution not to surrender to ephemeral alluring sexual revelations.

Your gravitating charm and inquisitive libido is just an irrational urge, all that I can give is....unfailing intellectual surge

Keep your deepest and darkest wanderings at bay for you are dealing with a woman who has been buffeted by innermost sufferings

Sufferings by infesting minds who can’t see beyond naked sexuality!!

The incessant unwarranted attention have been saturating yet I have managed to salvage my pride with arrogant self defence mechanism

Free will is nothing more than a desperate illusion...don’t wait for me for our union is patently impossible!!

Regal Bearing

I stood there all the while, 
With baited breathe to walk with you an extra mile

But your infectious gaiety was only for a short while

Leaving me alone to evolve with finished grace and poise.

I have for sure.
But forlornly crave your love and care.
Attempts of staving off emptiness left by your absence

Has thrown me in a sea of chasmal darkness

A darkness testing the parameters of my sentience 
Making me feel faded and insignificant.

Groping haltingly in the recession of my mind, Whether our separation was the inevitable truth

Sorting out emotions and labeling them
I invariably come with the same answers.

Answers of your calculative career strategy
Where I was conspicuously inconspicuous in your power pursuit.

Sublimating feelings of profound frustration
Now I patiently resign to your living memory.

A memory so strikingly overshadowed by your eclipsing personality.

Now I live as yours...
Regal bearing.

Eloping with you

How I wish to elope with you 
In search of mysteries and adventures

To exhaust and empty my essence 
In enchanted forests.

Striding your charger, 
Negotiating your hardness for my soft curves

Riding at great length to avenge my deprived urge.

However my wish of eloping with you will remain unfulfilled 
For I am imprisoned in matrimony.

Bodily nourishment by luscious sessions cannot extinguish the evidence of senses.

For what lies deep within is a commitment for the man whose child I am bearing.

So let’s bypass this grandiose plans of eloping 
As I don’t want my conscience pricking.

Hope your future quest of sweeping me off is put to rest

For I am your deservingly undeserving target.