Poetry at Midnight

Come lie by my side
 Let us compose poetry at midnight

When the hypnotic darkness casts it spell
We will rise to the call of lyrical love

Weaving not just sensual verses 
But framing us with symbolic significance

Snuggling against each other, 
Soaring heights with probing touch.

As you finger passionate words in between my thighs, 
Verses flow bounteously.

The whimpers of pleasure kindle you to devour me with delirious measure

I lay disarmed…structuring the actuality

 The rawness of kisses
The missing of our breathe
The musk that hangs in the air 

As the mushy flesh plays each other

We take verses to a faraway level 
Where the stately sun shies to rise.

The crescent moon

We lay bare on the bed, like a crescent moon...arms wrapped, legs entangled...

Layered with creative libido we silently intone transparent desires

As you take my prized pout to your savage esurience, I struggle to keep pace…

Exploring every pore burning the winter on fire, we devour each other…breathless...

Confessing to poetic sensibilities we odyssey...
Covering milestones yet destination distant...

Where the process is bounteously rewarded as shudders pleasure between my legs...

We wait with strained patience for your moment to pass...to linger the productive proximity for another night...

When the crescent moon twinkly smiles at us as we rhythmically rewrite feeling poetry for many more nights...

Elusive lover...

She came like a whisper
A plain portrait, bereft of glamour, drawn in leisure.
I lost my heart when I first saw her
Coiled on the bed, face buried in cushion still in her school uniform.

Fresh in canvas, capturing stirring innocence, she exuded art at its best.
Representing a crescent moon with wrapped emotions within
She became my intriguing muse.

I chased for answers
Was it the inquisitive wind that caressed her chastity 
Or the heavenly shower that gave her a new flush.
I fancied her, tried to realize her but she eluded me.
Reflecting from the framed profile.

Till one day I chanced upon someone who composed her in spirits.
Exuding artistic conspicuousness tinged with deceptive arrogance
She was one elusive beauty with arresting significance.
So close yet so far was she…challenging my proficiency in poetic eloquence
Igniting me profoundly.

I courted and waited patiently for months.
To encase her in my arms…respond did she to my perseverance finally.

As we lie by the window watching the heavenly shower, framing not just us but my elusive lover

©LR

Martyred curse...

My eyes are coated my heart is silent yet the echo is deafening

My body is battered my soul is suppressed yet I survive to tell my ordeal

I look for answers…I find none…as to why I was, still am invariably the martyred victim

Why am I violated, why am I traded, why am I killed…a ‘why’ that has haunted me for centuries

Is it the female structure blessed to give birth or is it the bosom from where flows the fountain of love that arouses a beast in him

Why the enigma of being worshiped in contour yet abused in sensibility

My search for identity unravels my perilous journey which is fraught with his atrocities

He is mine…my flesh and blood, a fact he couldn't realize

I live, slaving away my visibly invisible role with a cosmic curse when it will be just him!

Draped in Dawn

Draped in dawn
With pots in hand
She walked miles
Towards the small pond

Where she let her pots sail
While she casually undraped herself
To perform her rituals

Camouflaged behind the trees,
Eyes glued to the expectant scene
I waited with baited breathe

Savouring the flimsiness
Of the tribal beauty
As she revealed more
Than she concealed

When the water stroked her greedily
Slurping her fissures
I stood green
With envy

When the tautness of her ripe breasts displayed their magnificence
As she played with the lotuses
My libido raged

Blissfully sanguine,
Her mahogany skin shining
As she waded out of the water
Draped in rawness
Our eyes met
Unmasked finally

As the blush deepened her skin,
Modestly she tried to cover
With a smiling tinge

Emboldened, I raced across
Taking her without resistance
By the velvety algae

Draped in dawn
She returned that day
And still returns to me
Till we embrace dusk.

©LR

Diamonds forever

What do these drops say
Are they the labours of love or pain.

Do they define me or I define them.

Bedecked in these diamonds I have graduated phases.

Sometimes in the glory of youth
Sometimes in heartbreak.

 At times in the grandeur of success, 
Some times succumbing to the vagaries.

They have been with me as my natural ornaments.

 Beautifying me when I engaged in amorous dalliances.
Bathing me in the smell of musk
These diamonds are incandescent.

Trickling from my eyes, glistening my body 
When I heard the birth of life.

These diamonds are my rarest treasures
Diamonds of tears and sweat.

Dev's dasi...

Traded my heart
My body for you, my lord
Your temple my abode

Your ministrations, my sole purpose

Unaware I was
Of your universal presence
Ignorant of your all-embracing essence

Obscured in the vagaries
Cocooned in misery
I was wading
Till you lured me
With your poetic artistry

Dexterously inching closer
Unwrapping me patiently
That blended us together

Oh my saviour,
My harbinger of spring
Chanting and singing at your altar
Is my religion now

Idolizing and realizing you
In your sacrosanct sanctum devotees throng,
Yet I wait patiently
At the entrance for my turn
When it’s just us
Indulgent in the opulence of love

The skies rejoice in astonishingly palette of colours
When the dasi serves her lord
With smoldering religious fervor

When you bedeck me with profound love
Immortalizing me as your chaste devdasi
Forever.

©LR

Inhibiting seasons

Waiting am I, for you my love
For years now

The inhibiting seasons diminishing my epitomizing sexuality
The simulated foreplay has reached it's zenith

As the sultry summer pronounces it's entry
I simmer in the infatuating heat
Bronzed in desire
For the saltiness of our bodies

The obsessive rain drenches me
In incessant lust
Yearning to blend our individualities

The percolating winter has graduated my feelings
Love for you
Being supreme
Draping me in it's fair glory

Season’s cavalcade
Without your signature fragrance
The inhibiting reasons keeping me in bind

Etching you in my heart not for undisguised attraction
Nor for lust
But for unstated love
That will populate
Till our waning years.

©LR

Kissing integrity

She stood alone on the street
Pouting her lips
Dusky in season
Raw in reason

Waiting for her call
In the sweltering temperature
As the windless ambience
Summarized her figure

I sauntered towards her feigned gesture
She guided me wordlessly to her murky zone
Where it was me with my brimming desires
She with her artless experience

Mechanically she stripped
And waited
But her girlish flesh failed
To ignite my manliness
She was there
But not present

Moving closure, I kissed her chaste pout
Caressing her contours with unsullied intentions
A kiss, that shattered the prostituting façade
Her dark expansive eyes
Shimmering with ache
I searched for comforting answers
But I had nothing to say

We stood consumed
In timeless moments exchanging nothing
Except strangers lost
She in her melancholy
Me, in my wantonness
The monetary rebuff to the fruitless
Yet soul stirring engagement
Left us bereft

I left her
Betrayed of her earnings
But awakening a soul

I returned next day
And many days thereafter
But couldn't find her, anymore.

©LR

  

Milky literature

  

Draped in seductive poetry
I kept on waiting was for you to concentrate on me

But your canons of literature absorbed you more

Fizzing with fury, as I initiated 
abandoning my feminine poise
Your eyes flickered to my sensual mischief.

A riotous countenance beaded with dripping urge, you hastened towards me.

Discarding his literary garb in process

Grabbing hold my curvaceous luxuriance, skimming me with restless hands, 
You seal me with ruthless kisses

 Sucking greedily my twin provocateurs
While fingering me deep down there, 
you release me.

As my rapturous climax reclaim for more,
 We engage cross legged glued in the musky flesh

With you engraving your titanic wisdom in my infinite ignorance 
We weave orgasmic literature lyrically.

A milky literature,
writing chapters after chapters,
without a conclusion 

Chaste Wedding

I saw her entering my coupe
Adorned in marital finery
Her beatific freshness,
Speaking volumes
She sat across me
Unaware of her magnetic vibrations

As the train started it's course
Gradually we realized we were the sole occupants
Draped in electric silence
Stirred in the conditioned curtained ambience
I dreamily watched her unpretentious moves

The glimpse of her shapely bust singing its song Down to her perfect midriff
Made me tipsy with desire

Yet I sequestered my urges,
 Till her cry on her numb feet brought me closer
Massaging her painted toes, I tried to relive her

As her starry eyes quivered to my smoothening strength
Her lush responded with a crimson flush
Dazed in the luminous shade,
I emboldened my touches a little further
My inquisitive fingers touching her flesh

She responded
with a delirious moan
 And dragged me
To her hedonistic heat

A journey we coursed
when the vibrations lead us
To our destination
A momentous glory for me
To marry a chaste
In her wedding finery

©LR

Gift wrapped

It was a flimsy towel
He was wrapped in
Working, unaware of the effect
It was having on me

His lithe body radiant
In the golden heat
Droplets glistening
As he flexed his muscles
Mesmeric was the effect

The gift wrapped beneath
Threatening to unravel
Every second
I watched him
With pulsating breath

My thirst drifted to the tiny dot
Cradled in-between his layer of power
Seemed to taunting me
Galore

The breeze assailed my senses
When it carried his virile fragrance
I assimilated his essence
Even from a distance

His kada tingled somewhere
I opened my eyes
And found the chimes jingling

Was he just a mirage
Or my ensuing reality
How I wish to unwrap
His swelling pride
Someday.

©LR

“The wrapping is unable to keep the ‘gift’ in wraps as the poetess has made the ‘gift’ swell in pride”

Closed eyes

My closed eyes longs for you.
When I trade flesh, for the nondescript men who make my business.

The feeling of betrayal rips my heart when I think of us.

Promising vows of eternal love, you deserted me in a murky world.
Where I die thousand deaths.

My closed eyes cry silently when penetrates alien flesh.
Sometimes in minutes, sometimes in seconds.

I lie so dead...legs apart, paying the price for falling in deceptive love.

My visionless eyes have now resigned to fate.
Apathetic to the sexual duress whether day or night.

Turbulent night

It happened one night 
I was standing by the road side, beleaguered and hurt

Blinded in emotions
Indeterminate of my course of action.

I stood cacophonously alone

Distinctly trapped in the impetuous rain blurring my vision

As the rain lashed on my turbulent soul taking me in its event
I stood there unaware of my wanton sight.

When a car stopped by, opening up a murky door.

Clouded in judgment, I hopped in without acknowledging its sole occupant

Heading towards the expected murky waters that lay ahead.

Entrapped within, as I felt his hands groping
I sat there numb…his unwanted victim

Enduring his repulsive flesh…I was there, unapologetic 
Yet disgraced to his crude lust.

It happened one night
A night of chasmal turbulence.

Intimate residues

Not just for few minutes,
Not for few hours
But for days, I wish for us.

I wish to rediscover myself
Along with you
In a sensual fluency.
When the surges of attraction welcomes the lips
As you lock my pout with plundering kiss.

Breathing together in equal measures
Utterly breathless in desires
Minutes tick into hours.

Lowering confession, your hands skim my flesh
Silently everywhere

Tranquilized in the magnetic hours,
Heaving in the roaring sexual pulse
We proceed

But we wait, deferring it for another day
When the intimate residues prolong in timeless moments.

Wisdom and innocence

He painted her, possessed
As she posed by the window
 Professionally naked

Missing his beats
 When the fluttering breeze 
Became shockingly intimate

Caressing her forests
Carrying her musk, in the air

Brimming in adolescence fury,
He struggled for concentrated theory

But the live portrait teased
His vulnerability

Enrapturing him with her dripping ripeness
She saw his throbbing bulge

Observing his covetous desire, 
She swaggered towards 
The achingly innocent creature

To paint and be painted 
In the youthful brush 
That craved for rites de passage

Where wisdom takes innocence in an avant-garde world 
Where colour ceases to matter    

©LR

Flickering lamp

As the minutes wave into hours, they sit in pregnant silence watching the lamp flickering.

Seeking an avenue for conversation beyond research, yet wary of the response.

As the seductive intellect glows in his mahogany eyes
She responds coquettishly, deceptively passive.
Cheeks aflame in desire, with droplets gliding down her craned neck.

Wretched in agony with her innocence pounding, 
She yearns for his anxious lips.
He deliberates but the sensual promise of her pouting lips shatters his trace of defense

  Swaying closer to his willing recipient, stroking the sweaty strands from her forehead.
He lowers his lips to hers, confessing to the undercurrents.

By the flickering lamp, the teacher takes his student to a world of enveloping discovery.

Anonymous Sunset

Anonymous two souls sit by the river bed 
Gazing the artistic ostentation of twilight

 When the rays blushes the aqueous mystery in golden hues,
Deceiving her with penetrative shimmer.

As nature parades its mischievous lovemaking, 
As birds dutifully glide for their dwell

Two souls stir in the contesting undercurrents
unstated, yet aware of each other from a seeming distance

As the dusk envelops their identity, sizing up glances, they rise for an anonymous proximity.

“As the anonymous sun sets to give rise to the primitive desires

And the desperate souls head for the ultimate mutual explorations…

Where two bodies merge into one to dance in a violent rhythm

Where the sounds of union drown the music of night…”

Treacherous Rain

The treacherous rain
At midnight
Reminds me of you

How I wish to be
By your side

Watching the splatter of shower
Deflowering the chaste flowers
With the leaves, gleaming of desires

When the earth is soaked
And our souls are locked

With glistening dews
We tread an odyssey
Of darkest wanderings

I moan for mercy
As you thunder on me
My plea gets lost
In the flash of lightening

You push me against the chilly window pane
Locking my hands
You gyrate your power
On my cleavage

Use me, I whisper
You do
But corrupt me from rear

As the unforgiving rain lashes
By the window.

©LR

Reflective realism

How I wish I had been with you, in your solitude
Discovering places together
Walking in the bylanes of life
Hands wrapped in each other

Where identity would have ceased to matter
Just we
Away from societal fear

Shedding portrayal of politeness
Meeting conspicuously with blazing undercurrents

When you pour wine through your lips
I would have gulped your essence

Framing us together in one thousand and one nights
Forever!

Someday I hope
We will compose us
In the quicksilver flame of desire.

Unlocking my imagination

Unlocking my imagination, I went ahead with you
Hoping nothing but luring dreams to pursue

Enraptured was I but now mesmerized in your controlled presence
A feeling still difficult to sink in

As you confirm your thirst through quivering lips
The collected fantasies bear its cream

Mouthing my camouflaged pout with demure wafting as you proceed with gradual aggressiveness

Left am I not only super saturated but heavenly possessed

Bereft of imaginative juices as I lay exhausted
Smiling a catharsis yet craving for more

Achieved have you not just a woman with your experienced brilliance
But liberated her with remarkable finesse

As the glow of liberation spreads all over my bronze contour accentuating my desirability quotient, bewitched, 
You switch to symbolizing moods.

Chosen one

Poems of camouflaged yearnings
Have made me your chosen one
With fantasies to be frozen in time
Where nothing matters, except our individualistic poetic delights.

Me crooning the rhyme of womanhood
You enlightening me with your savoir faire
Where beauty and wisdom amalgamate, 
With the potent power to figure,
As to why we have chosen each other.
To discover in seasonal fervour,
Whether in the inferno of summer or in the fog of winter.
Touching the senses with undercurrents,
Yet burrowing for more.

Not just in ephemeral carnal savor but in eternal love.
Purity cradled in eloquence, jeweled in priceless moments
Justifying our selection.

Take Me

Take me my love,

Away from realism 

And from my dream.

Cradle me in your arms, 

Liberate me from within.

Perceive my longing silence.

Touch me with your encompassing presence.

So lifeless am I, classifying life

With my sexuality paling

Blush me in your search

Revivify me as a desirable woman.

Eulogize not just my pouting lips 

But kiss it with your flamboyance.

Arouse my savage instincts

I seek freedom from everything

Patent me as your ultimate woman.

Not just in summer or winter 

But in every season

Take me my love,

I am waiting to blossom.

Under the shower

So dazed am I
Days a blur, night sheer torture.

Painted in an imaginary world of amorous witchery
Craving for your gluey yet musky glory.
As your passion speaks through your embrace
As your lips take away my breathe.
Enraptured and flushed I stand rooted,
Superficially trying to escape.

As my senses tickles in your neat touch
You bind my roaring beats with remarkable patience
Cradling my sexuality in your masculine haze,
You take me to the shower to bathe.

As the outpour trickles subduing my rage, highlighting my flimsy contour
Rage you will not just from outside but from inside.
Stripping me of my attire as the soap slithers as you desire,
You bathe with me under the shower.
Soaked in gushing flow,
We both sink in the river of impure.

Sin Within

Few strands of hair on the bed 
Bears testimony that you were here
Beside me, making your presence felt.

The crumpled sheets
The struggle of us seeking out each other

The stained sheets
The ashes of our extinguished furnace.

All an attestation of our denuding desires.

Yet the lingering fragrance of our glorious encounter bewitches me for more.

To affirm you not just for few hours 
But for a lifetime

Where the prurience of our bodies are cleansed in cathartic sin

A flaming sin not just from outside 
But from within.

Golden Summer

In the peak of summer,
When the skin scorches with thoughts impure
We meet, in the oppressive heat
For an afternoon siesta

I welcome you to my ravenous abode
Unaware of your intent
Abruptly, you seize me in your embrace
Flustered, I squirm to release from your hold
But you pursue with resolute vigor

Pushing me against the wall
My hands captured with your strength
You devour my lips
Till you taste success.

I respond
Tongues swim with impassioned hunger
As your hands explore, every sinuous curve

Ahh, the twitch between my legs
You feel it and secure your power.
Heaving and puffing, licking and suckling
Bodies wreathing,
We glisten in the golden summer

We bind as one soul
A sense of deja vu

Where lust wasn't about consummation
But unravelling, another layer of desire.

“Stirred am I with the simmering thoughts of summer sexploits

Bodies writhing in sultry noon,

Slurping sweat, sticky juices…bathed in saltiness

Deeper into the sinful quagmire,

No wonder, this summer, more than outside, my insides are on fire…”

Eventual explosion

As the monsoon sets in...
Wet am I not from outside but from within...

With heady feelings of you seeping in from every region...

Moistening my body with your lusciousness...
marking my craning neck with savageness...

Licking my lactating significance with bare desire, as you lavish the twin temptress with chanting melody...

Flourish I will with juicy success...
 With a blinding urge to merge in your semenic race...

But restrict you will your rhythm just to foreplay as you wish to soak me another day...

When the climatic vagaries echoes for the eventual explosion...
When the parched earth is soiled with disproportionate downpour...

Open the doors..

Lover: “open the doors my love, 
Let me catch you in your unpretentious splendor.

Away from the prying eyes in silent shores.
Where we symbolically embrace our unmitigated adoration for each other.

My lips are thirsting to steal a kiss from you
To explore your intensity from top to bottom

As I run my hands over your voluptuousness
Your breasts whisper with assertiveness

As my tongue sweeps over you.
Your groans drives me senseless.

With the wet sounds echoing
The contortions of pleasure on the face showing

I wish to become one body and two souls
In a serpentine dance of eternal pleasure.

Then and there, with open doors
We consummate in lengthy tirade of the inquisitive libidos

Beloved: come my lover, I have opened the doors long ago
But fear societal mores

It’s just you have failed to notice but I have been yours beyond doors.

Freedom at midnight

In the silence of the night
When my luxurious body sighs
I rise to croon the song
Of my licentious mind

Breathing fire from every pore
I heave, to bloom under the starry skies
I arouse your muzzy soul
Guiding you to caress my contours

As your flesh surges with desires
Blindfolding your eyes
I channelize your lips
To my voluptuous self

Exploring my every elevation,
Slurping every depression
From top to bottom
As your power broadens with aggression
You mount me

Drenched in desire
We both slave away, on each other
Our euphoric cries
Fills the taut silence of the midnight

As we achieve freedom
Blissfully drinking sin

We welcome the shawl of light
In celebratory rhythm.

©LR