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

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.