Wednesday, 24 December 2014

Whispers


Youth: I wish I can whisper in your ears
The nakedness of my thoughts
The way, I desire your flesh
To feel your womanliness
To touch your sensuous verses that 
Which keeps my soul moist


I wish I can whisper in your ears
The way I murmur your name 
Behind closed doors
When my youthful energy
Yearns for your experienced shades


Lady: I sense it dear boy
I am tempted to indulge
To imprint my fingerprints not just on your flesh 
But on your soul forever

I wish to reciprocate
But fear
What if I fall in love 
And you remain in lust
What if the whispers seeks resonance
We both being tied by societal mores.



©LR








Saturday, 13 December 2014

The last touch


I  didn't wish to fall in love with you
But ultimately I did
I tried to live without you
But my heart
Still bleeds

Cluttered were my thoughts
A kind of commitment phobic
I touched you
Without touching you soulfully

Never did I realise
The intensity of your love
Till you handed me your wedding card
Confounded were emotions
I stood dazed
Looking through you

Wordlessly, I held your hands
Yes that was the last touch
When I connected soulfully
I didn't shed a tear
But moist was my soul

I knew I had lost
Not just you 

But myself
With you

©LR







Thursday, 11 December 2014

Whispers of love

A whisper from your lips roars in my subconscious.
Leaving me delirious.

I try to wrap myself but you penetrate deep.
The night darkens in silence
With desires so chaotic.

I inhale you.
The aching desire to have you beneath me, being supreme
I trickle down my legs copiously.
I wish you were there to seal me.

Why are you whispering my love
When my musky lips can make you alive.

The whispers will find resonance in verses
Only when we play our own music.



Friday, 5 December 2014

Remains of love

I want to love you wildly
No words, just expressions.
Not in my dreams
But in reality.

In the scorching summer cooling my heat
In the chilling winter
Igniting the temperature.

I want to love you meticulously
Illuminating the moist ones in luminous revelation

I want to love you tempestuously
In my conflicting frame
When the ferocity of the act leaves me silenced
At peace
When lust is satiated
And love is all that remains.








Wednesday, 3 December 2014

If Ever

If I ever I push you away
Don't go.
I want you to stay.

In my silence, in my chaos
When feelings overwhelm
When rivers chart ways
When I seek my space

If ever I hurt you
Don't go
Absorb me in your patience
Embrace me in your benevolence.

I know I am flawed
In my mood swings and insecurities
Yet, I want you to stay
For you are the one I love

The whisper of love
Which I can't express
And society can't accept.







Purple passion


I am drunk with your thoughts,
Tonight
Purple, will be the color
I wish to flaunt
Come my love
Poison me,with your lust

Lemme scratch your flesh
As you ravage me merciless
Hickeys on my neck
The honeyed ache betwixt my legs
Mark me
As your woman

Let the night blush in purple
As the stars rejoice in our cries
Let us break the marital shackles
And be lovers
For a while.

©LR













Monday, 1 December 2014

Only you


You aren't my love 
But my lust
My unquenchable thirst
Women were my achilles heel
But you
Became my sublime desire

Ever since I laid my eyes on you
You itched in every pore
Your towering height, curvaceous body
Ahh those lustrous tresses.
Woman, you were gorgeous!

I initiated
You were evasive
But the incorrigible optimist I am
I pursued, undaunted
Months passed
Before we met
In my den

Amazed am I
With your unwavering sexuality
Which paints different shades
Every time we meet
So, I always surrender
Allowing you to take the lead

Dazed I return.
But there is no return from you
For you are the only lust
Who makes me complete
©LR



Sunday, 30 November 2014

Me and him.

He brushed his hands against mine and waited.
His intense eyes searched for answers.
But I stood rooted.

He inched closer in calculative silence.
His chest brushing against my tensed breasts
He didn't wait anymore for answer.
For the answer was obvious.

His intentions and my heaving submission.
Grabbing my hair he breathed fire on my craning neck.
His sharp nose tweaking me here and there.
We stood transfixed in the surging undercurrents.
With eyes locked and beats resonating in our ears.

Coursing my modesty with his agile fingers
He stopped between my cleavage.
Freeing me from my grace.
He slowly kneaded my assets.

The touch of his coarse palms
The growing bulge below his waist.
Mind was senseless

But when he traced my dewed navel.
I clung to him to stop myself from bursting.

Cradling me to his chest
He comforted me as I released.
From the anguishing ecstacy that was building

We stood there for moments without further discovery.
In our magical world, serenely comforted.

Till there was knock on the door announcing my husband's arrival.






Thursday, 27 November 2014

Words & touch


In the silence of the night
That is dark and blue
When your words come true
When you lure me
With your dreamy presence
Lost I will be
In the intensity of the moment

Initiating your words into touch
You seduce me
Inspite of my meek refusals
Pinning my hands
You ravage me
With your brutal hunger

The rawness in my lips,
The hickies on my neck,
The bruises on my breasts
Revelled in pain and pleasure
Digging my nails to your flesh 
My juices cascades
In lavish measures

When my moans satisfies your lust
You penetrate your crayon,
Colouring my soul

We dance then
In a harmonious tune
Moaning and groaning in darkness

Blinded in love
Enmeshed in discovery ritual
Coming together in moisture landed pageantry

Comforting each other in fatigue
We finally materialise
Words into touch.


©LR







Tuesday, 25 November 2014

Forbidden Path

Why is my mind so restless tonight
Why is it swaying in direction that is not right.
Every time I see him something stirs from within.
A splash of radiance blushes my skin.

The coyness in his smile, those castaway vision.
A peekaboo of his hairy chest.
The broadness of his frame
Threatens to stretch my imagination.

His youthful ebullience
His flirtatious mischief
Trying to come closer
Making me conscious.
I try to brush of the differences.
Yet heart hums some fanciful lyrics.

Where it's just me and him
And our engaging lure.
Forbidden path it is,
That we wish to tread
Where experience deflowers the virginal lust.

He waits
I procrastinate.
Fully aware that the night is waiting
For the final dawn.










Sunday, 23 November 2014

Be mine Forever


I offered my bosom
To your ravenous thirst
Transferring my heat
To your broad chest


Wrapping my legs 
Around your buttocks
I fastened you
To my lust


With nails piercing
With beats resonating
We danced sinuously
In lingering motions


Your exploration
My discovery
The animalistic gropings
We celebrated our craving
Like never before


As my vision blurred in ecstacy
As my mind blanked in pleasure
I knew I was seeded 
With your treasure


Cradling you to my bosom
Silently I prayed, be mine forever.



©LR







Thursday, 20 November 2014

Muddled heart

Muddled is my heart.
It wishes to resonate youthful
With desires so rich that colour looses its sheen.

Consciously I try to refrain
Yet subconsciously you weave in.
Igniting yearnings that I so wish to be submerged in

I delve into reason.
I search for answers what is this bonding.
The avaricious mind says 'just don't think'.
Go with the flow...simmer with him.

Even if he is younger.
Let the communicable love stay forever.




Tuesday, 18 November 2014

Fountain of love

I took her from behind.
Startled she remained motionless.
Gliding my tongue on her neck
I circled my fingers on her breasts
In feathery motions
Till they asserted their presence.
I knead them while breathing fire
Marking it purple in passion.
Till she whispered no more.

I turned her around...grabbing her breasts
Reuniting them as if they have been separated
Like a devout priest.
I worshipped the twin temples in sacred indulgence.
Blessed was I when the fountain of sweetened love dripped.
Rewarded bounteously.
Finally I took her to bed.





Friday, 14 November 2014

I saw her.


She asks why is my hair dishevelled today
She forgot, we met last night 
Under the starry skies


I saw her
Not from her eyes
Betwixt her creamy thighs
My head locked
Lips exploring...


As I lifted, to see her expression
Partially blocked, by her milky bosom
She was blissfully disoriented
Her heart throbbing in my mouth


Digging her nails to my flesh
She moaned my name
I knew, she was on the verge
I gulped her musky essence
Leaving no trace
She clinged to me 
As if there was no tomorrow


Fatigued, I slept with her
In our fantasies


Yet she asks
Why do I look dishevelled today.



©LR









Tuesday, 11 November 2014

I see her

I have feelings for her for sure.
Something indefinable.
Beyond love or lust
But beyond cure.

She allured me when I first virtually saw her.
Draped in a nine yards charcoal saree.
Posing with a bewitching smile with tresses cascading
Radiating in her blossomed age with poise and elegance
She was graciously conspicuous.

I knew she was older to me
Buy my heart said 'that's just a figure'
The intensity of her presence provoked me further
When I read her musings.
Oozing with sensuality
Garnished in haunting verses of love
She was beyond dreams

Making me visualize her.
Of us together...in an amorous dalliance.
Where her eloquent sexuality & my youthful effervescence coloured each other.
Sometimes she seducing me
Sometimes I smothering her.

I try to remain in the demarcated affection
Yet mind digresses without any substance or reason.
She will be for me as I see her.
Even if she insists to be framed as my teacher.






Friday, 7 November 2014

Pursued pursuer...

My search for love starts and end with you…for your presence is too good to be true
Weighing on my mind ever since we have crossed pathways...fallen have I from grace
Patented in luring colors as I fantasize you in your undisguised demeanour, my heart stops dead
Dazed in your smokey persona as I inch towards you in poetic musings…all that you have exercised is terminally escape
But one day for sure you will succumb to my sensuality which blazes for you
As the pursued pursuer is all set with aspirated rawness to consume you...
Not just with a pouting kiss not with a fellatio
But to drench you in mutinous splendors of lustful love which make you mine forever...








Monday, 3 November 2014

Affluence of love

 


Beside the lamp shade when he cushioned me on the chair
Little did I realise what was in store.
I calmly surrendered with sedated eyes.
Waiting.
Till I felt a tingling on my bare nipple.
Coursing & nibbling.
Prostrating in front of me he took me to a faraway world.

Worshipping my twin temples he infused me with love.
I moaned in pleasure, I cried in pain.
Delirious was I, so was him.
As our fingers clasped in strength.
We guided ourselves to the bed.
Where I darted my tongue across his hairy chest
Sucking his nipples gently I played along.
But he stopped me in between
To subside his bursting sperm.
As the minutes glided into hours,
We remained enchanted in our magical world.

In the inquisitive depths of darting tongues.
In the magical weave of our mounds.
Tasting each other in lyrical rhythm.
Imprinting moments in the affluence of love.











Thursday, 9 October 2014

Lost Childhood

Why did my tears dry yet heart cried.
Why did I feel so hollow from inside.
Why do those fleeting memories haunt which I can't even remember...
Was I traded...was I violated...
Why do I see only hands all over me...
Where did my childhood disappear...the only life I sense is growing inside me...
What is it... am I sick or about to die...
Why is my health failing me...
I don't wish to recollect what has transpired...only a fervent wish... give back my childhood to me....

Fallen Hearts


Don't make me fall in love with you.... your virtual presence is too good to be true...
The melody of your verses enchants me...
Takes me to a higher level where love is just a word...
While we sing the verses of friendship yet heart hums love
When did romance weave it's fragrance we never knew...
But the feeling now is beyond words...
Yes the hearts have fallen... inspite of knowing that we can never merge...
So let's preserve the fallen hearts till death do us apart, we will be there for each other...











Sunday, 14 September 2014

The Pouting Lips

He kissed and kissed
Until kissing became a torture
I struggled to escape
But the intensity kept me dazed
With heart beats resounding
With every pore desiring
We stood there

Sealing my pout in his
He sought me
Delving depths…
Ravishing my essence
Kneading my breasts
He glided down to suck their richness
I gasped at the ferocity
Yet delightfully wet
Between my legs

He lead me…
And I followed blindly
In his alley

The pouting lips waits
To be bee stung
Once again
With your gluttony.

©LR



Friday, 12 September 2014

Kama Sutras


She was maya
Her silken sexuality, her dusky nudity
Was music on water

As she seductively posed like a calculating temptress
The igniting undercurrents
Heavy and electric, hung in the air.

I stood fascinated
Trying to concentrate
But my scalpel couldn't carve her essence.

The hunger of flesh intensifying every moment
Our moist eyes only communicative of our desires.

Till she broke the spell, sauntering towards me, nudity defining
Taking me over completely.

Magnificent and tall
Towering over me
Covering me with her cascading tresses
She made me kneel on the floor.

Like a devotee desirous of offerings
I sat enchanted
And then she gifted herself.

We never touched except for the lips.
Her lavishness being gingerly worshiped

The aroma of musk
The headiness of rhapsody screamed in success.
We opened floodgates
We became alive
With the kiss of life.

Finally I carved the essence,
The one I had been desiring for.












Friday, 4 April 2014

Verseless moments



The intensity of our moments refuses to fade
Your fragrance
Remains etched

Your beats echo
In the chambers of my heart
With you
I take rebirth

You beautify my feminity
In your visual brilliance
Every breath we take
Every emotion we weave
We feel, we have arrived
Where we were meant to be

Silently, we croon the melody
Framing us in pallete of colors
How I wish to be your portrait
Someday

Layered only with
My cascading tresses

I wait for you
With breathless anticipation
To replenish me again
In verse less moment

©LR



Saturday, 22 February 2014

Unsung Song


The fragrance of your essence
Is etched on my skin
The flavor your kiss
Has the taste of cinnamon

I toss for words to define our love
But none comes
From within

A love that defies age
A bond where we are tied by marital threads
And we can never unite
Still we hum
The unsung song

We course moments
In the luxuriance of embrace
Till seasons flush our countenance
But time cheats us
And we part
With a breaking heart

Come back to me
Home again
To where you belong
My love

You are all that I want
You are all that I need
Nothing more, I seek

Just you and me
Rewriting the stars
Within our own little world.


©LR

















Thursday, 20 February 2014

Don't Come Back


Don’t come back,
I have fallen in love with you
Getting deeper as we intimately paint moments
I love you in my innocent openness
Without knowing when or why
The distinct age gap failing to dampen my desires

My heart stops dead when you thread your silken touch
Spiraling my sexuality, resurrecting me to life
I love you when you cushion me to your heart
Sealing us together in an intense poetic discourse.
Dazed in your lyrical touch,
My heart silently murmurs..you are exactly what I want’.

I love you discreetly because there is no other way
Both tied in societal fissures
I wish you were only mine
The thought of sharing you makes me dishearteningly envious.

I close my mind and speak to you in thousand silent ways
Sometimes reminiscing memories of us wrapped in creative lucidity
I write because you exist in my beats
I live for you are the taste of my life

I wish you really knew how much I love you
How eagerly I wait for your blossoming love
For all the love, I sincerely wish you not to come back
For if you do
I will leave everything and be yours forever!


Wednesday, 22 January 2014

Eternal Foreplay Continues

Eternal foreplay continues
Naked me and my muse.
By the sun filtered window,
We smoulder the pretentious winter.

Designing a tantric ambience,
We try to inwardly communicate.

Settling cross legged,
Stroking each other nipples for minutes,
We magnify the senses.

As the trance sweeps me,
You cradle me in your chest.
Reassuring me of your warm presence.

We rise with renewed hedonism,
Carrying forth the artistic quest.

My mounds finding an abode in your kneading palms,
My neck tinged with your stinging lust.

Sliding down my voluptuousness,
Licking every softness
Digging your nails to my flesh,
You explore in ceaseless rhythm
Leaving me breathless.

Punctuating our performance with tantalising words,
We breathe soulfully.

As I lay, with disheveled tresses
You guide me to your tip
Licking him in feathering measures
I prize him in my mouth for seconds
Tasting the brimming saltiness.

The hours pass, the art continues.

Sometimes, you exploring unbelievable depths Sometimes waggling your warmth on my buttocks.

We become two bodies one soul
Perpetuating the celestial orgasm in a serpentine dance of eternal pleasure.

As your face glows in luminous delight
I pray silently, may you shine for light years.











Saturday, 18 January 2014

Hold me Tight


Hold me tight,
I am becoming cold
A fog is coating my eyes
I fail to see you anymore

Why do I fail to taste the saltiness of my tears
Yet sense yours
Why is my beats missing but resounding in yours

Cradle me in your arms
Infuse me with your bodily warmth
Before I leave for the final journey

Hold me tight
I am slipping

Be here for me
Be my living memory
As you finally put me to rest.

©LR






Monday, 6 January 2014

Dream Diaries

Seize the night 
It is flaming with my dreams
With intense heterogeneity that is so overwhelming.

The fanciful stories of my subconscious dance in impulsive pastures 
Where the desire to be desired blossom like evergreen flowers.

 The gaping sexual silence finds a voice 
When magnetism for someone known sings different rhythms.
The colours of wishful love dances in subtle gestures.
Beyond which I frame not to proceed further.

To linger the density for some other night or many nights thereafter  
Riot it is my dream diaries.
The remoteness of a situation, the absurdity of the content tune in patchy lengths.

Sometimes a pulsating nightmare leaves me waking in horror
I try to relate as the dawn breaks 
But I am left with silent debris which fades as reality shows the way  
Are they fragments of my cordoned reality seeking escapism in self-indulgence.
Or are they the outlet of a chaotic mind?
Whatever it is 
Never have I slept dreamless till date!