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