Clandestine encounter...

Waiting am I

Behind closed doors

With a wish 

For a clandestine encounter

When you greet me 

With fiery desires

Standing behind me

Grasping my waist

Liberating my tresses

Snuggling and soaking in its fragrance

Biting me with earful kisses 

While hissing on my neck

Disrobing my modesty 

Your hands graze everywhere

My feeble protests

Only making you delirious

Prostrating before me 

And licking away the glorious juices

You take me then and there

On the floor…a la missionary

Perforating my every pore

Patenting your essence

Dissolving in my whirlpool

Your strength

Waiting am I

Wait I will…

Till our twilight years

For that clandestine encounter 

When you leave your calligraphy

By my river bed.

©LR

Catching a Feel

Is it the flesh that lures the sculpted towards her creator 
Or is there something beyond.
Why does she long to catch his feel,
Bestowing her a live form.

Carved has her creator with unmitigated adoration,
Starting from her lustrous tresses,
To augmenting her pouting lips.
Shaping her with hour glass figure to blushing her with dusky colour
Arousing her hedonistic desires,
to be rampaged in his masculine madness.

When the creatures of action and reflection are merged,
Into one soul in a serpentine dance of eternal pleasure.

Waiting is the sculpted in breathless measure to catch a feel of the mortal.
Who is so close when she closes her eyes
But so distant when she opens them.

Morbid infatuation

Morbidly infatuated is the sculptor with the sculpted 

With exalted ambitions to indulge in amorous dalliance.

When the sculptor’s artistic impulses infuses soul into his architectural elevation.

Bringing significance to sculpted fading obscurity

When the undying attraction between them finds an apt metaphor in realizing a tale

The sculptor appreciating his finished grace and poise.
Leaving the flushing sculpted blossoming in his originality of thought.

A heavenly story unravels then under the tantalizing stars
 till they fade into oblivion

Cementing an improbable chasm
Eternally freezing the sculptor and his creation in the lush of time.

A sculptor's sculpted

In conversation with the sculptor: "Borrow my eyes to see how you have sculpted me...

Meticulously carving every facet, beautifying me with your virtuoso potency...

  Making your personal presence in lucid details...
Keeping your philosophical speculations at bay...

Realizing me in earnest fervor...
Decorating me with exotic finery...

Transforming a profane stone into visually stunning artifact...
With a hidden wish to consummate me the in fullness of time...

Finished am I in poise and grace only to be brought to life...

When the gap between construction and realization is bridged...
When the knowingly handsome sculptor sheds his circumstantial decency and infuses life into his sculpted..."

Set me free

Set me free ohh life
Set me free

From the glories
The miseries, that has entangled me
Cluttering my semblance
Robbing me of an unknown significance
An elusive form that keeps haunting me
To taste its essence

Set me free ohh life
For a lifetime expedition

To walk barefooted
Burrowing myself in the freshness of the earth
While burying my sorrows

To dance uninhibited in nature's shower
Cleansing away my sins
And feeling chaste within

Standing by the sea, engulfed in the salty winds
I wish to drown my deepest melancholy

I wish I could fly from the labyrinthine mazes
In the expanse of the sky
Breathing innocence like a virgin

Set me free oh life
For a melodious merging

In the glory of nature
Devoid of any material attire
Just the nude me

Ultimate fantasy...

Fulfilling your ultimate fantasy, 
She drapes in six yards.
Loosening her tresses, regal in posture,
She waits to be brought to life from the frame, 
Where she has enshrouded herself in mystery.

Seeking to be unraveled, the secrets that lie within her.
Where the goddesses of sin is stripped of her attire.
When the fleshy incense of the worshiper ignites her desire.
She waits to be idolized in her natural aura.
Bathed and adorned in sensual glory.
Revivifying her with minutiae glorification, 
Beautifying her with infusing life.
She is your goddess of desire, 
Come fulfill your ultimate fantasy.

Read me

Read me my love, read all that I stand for
Not just for glamour or my enticing sexuality
But all that has transformed me.

Beginning from the death of innocence
In the nameless terrors defined as men!
To the innumerable deaths that I have died
Phase by phase by their perverted presence.

The silent cry of innocence
To the nightmares of being conspicuous.
Unwarranted attention trapping my life at every stage.
Brave failure in love leading to collapse of self belief
Slicing my faith, with a voice edging on grievance
Why me?

Read my love page by page,
Don't miss an alphabet
I have endured it all
Detesting men in every form who just wish a piece of flesh.

Till destiny brought us together
Giving me a hope
That some souls like you read beyond the printed lines.

Natural splendor

She sauntered out of the shower
In her natural splendor

Dripping tresses
With unconstrained boobs

Pouting her lips
Swaying her voluptuous self
Effectuating her aromatic presence
She walked towards me

Rendering me immobile
With a boner

I dragged her
With my bare desire
Enclasping her velvety flesh
Against my thudding beats

Smelling her armpits
I tweak her teats
They flower
Offering me the nectar of love
I devour her pearly core

Pulsating and breathless
She curves back
I nestle on her navel

The heady fragrance of her muskiness
I could hold no longer
I slip my power inside her

Then begins the nude dance of love
In it's glory
And we bathe
In natural splendor.

©LR

Tell Me Your Dreams

Tell me your dreams my love 
As to how you fantasise me.
Why have you become crazy, 
Reasons unknown to me.

How do you yearn to fill the crevice between us
Winning me in lust.
Convince me, not by flummery 
But with your candidacy.

How you fancy possessing me in your lubricating meat
Show me your dreams my love, 
I am unable to sleep.