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