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