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!