Naked death

Her temple of worship

My guardian sword

Both of us

On the cold floor

Her luscious skin

My ravenous appetite

The scent of us

So strong

Her feminine honey

My masculine muskiness

Opened the heaven gates

For naked death.

©LR

Jealous moon

A fire within

Melts into jelly trickling down my thighs in ecstacy

Breasts rise to offer

Mind delirious

Feverish my body

Tonight is my date with the devil

I will drown him in my cries

Making him cling to my swelling breasts

As floating buoys

Licking the salt of my turbulence

Raging like a sea in tempest

We will sink in oceanic depths

But why is the moon jealous.

©LR

Darkest Wanderings

Why is there blood on my lips
Why is my skin purplish
Why do I feel so feverish

Tempestuous was it
Or was I drunk

But the tingling pain in my labia screams
That was I ravaged

Not by passion
Not by any emotion
But sheer intoxication

Who was it
I cannot recollect
Hazy was his face
Just a frame
Enveloping me
With his semen

Did I yield
Or was it rape
As long my wanton itch is cured

I hardly care.

©LR

Tide of lust

I shall be silent

When you rip my layers

I won't even cry

When you grab my hair

I will stifle my pain

When you scratch my sin

For that is how I wish to be relished

In passionate aggression.

I will push you to kneel

Force my sex on your lips

Taste me

Feel my beats

Here I am

A woman to be worshipped

Incandescent, 

In her tide of lust

©LR

Mysteries of her

The monsoon clouds are gathering pace.

The gentle breeze whispers the impending.

I follow her hidden path

To the lovely garden where she waits to unveil.

As the skies breathe their passion.

She soaks her sultry feminine.

Shredding threads from her skin.

She was a sight of sheer seduction.

Singing and dancing to the harmonious melody of romantic splendour in gay abandon.

Enchanting was her sensuality.

Luxurious her essence.

The mysteries of her bloomed.

As my heart blushed in sin.

Broken Feather

Memories flood

The heart chokes

Grief breathes through my eyes

As nostalgia overwhelms

How distant are we now

How lost I have become

Your encompassing presence

Embellished my essence

I bloomed as your woman, then.

Golden were those phases

Inextricable were we

Framing moments, amongst the vagaries

Drifted have you, so high

I can't even see

Fallen have I

Like a broken feather

Was this our destiny.

A painting

Those mystic eyes

Those engulfing tresses

Blood on her lips

Just like the blue mermaid

She slips through my fingers.

When I try to fondle her breasts

She swims in the moonlight

Dreamy and sensuous

A painting so profound

Igniting my darkest 

And deepest wanderings.

©LR

Scent of a woman

The flowers on her tresses.
Blossom in nudeness.
Her nipples whisper sin.
I find them...sly yet chaste.
Her taste so enchanting.

The fragrance of her flower.
Envelopes me in darkness.
Dewed in moistness, she writes poetry.

Crushed in ecstacy, moaning in glory.
She shimmers...a reflection of sensuality.

Yes, she's the one I have been searching.