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