Striping in Silence

And the game began
In silence
Eyes in motion.

We started, detached
From the chaotic crowd.

He feathered my lips with a kiss.
I took over his neck
He dropped his vision to my bosom.
Sliding my red drape
There he waited.

Unbuttoning slowly
First...then second
Exposing my fulsome cleavage.

With my beats pounding
I pleaded with my vision.
He slipped further.
To my deep navel, nestled conspicuously

Smelling and grazing his nose.
Beads of diamonds coating my flesh

I dared
Looking down
Unbuttoning his pants
Sliding the zipper through my eyes.
And his bulge swelled

We stopped.
This game was leading nowhere.

It was time for some muffling noise.

A feigned rape

When he entered the room.
I knew I was going to be raped.
But I wasn't petrified.
Just a chilling sensation...that aroused my senses.

We calibrated each other.
He...with an ominous smirk.
Me...with my challenging 'dare you'.
That ignited him further.

He approached me...devilishly attractive.
I stood to my ground with adrenaline rushing.
He ripped my layers.
Pushing me on the couch.
Embracing me cross legged.
I caught hold of his neck.
Mauling him all over.

He waited...till I subdued.
Grabbing hold of my tresses.
He smooched me till I bled.
With blood on his lips.
With lush on my face.
He slipped.
Eyes locked...he raped.

I didn't struggle nor did a whimper escape.
The more he slaved.
The more I cradled him in my flesh.
For that was the pact...between us.
A feigned rape.
Recapturing the lost glory by appetising the the spirits.

Finally consumed

Whole night was a blur

Was it real

Or fantasy

I am not sure

Why am I bleeding

Is it my curse 

Or someone cursed

Why are these strawberries marks all over

Orgies was it?

I can't remember

Was I sliced

Was I worshipped

Were they my lovers 

Or devotees

Were they groaning 

Or chanting

Why does my body feel exhilarating

My inner goddess has awakened

Finally I have been consumed

From my core.

©LR

Time to Switch

And I finally offered myself
As he knelt, expectant.
Yet unsure, of the offering.

Nudging him on the floor
Kneeling on top of him
Blindfolding him in my voluminous tresses.

Seconds passed, I watched him getting restless
Without premonition, offering him my musky petals
I set the stage

Startled, yet rewarded
He welcomed me...gingerly.
Probing my infinite depths.
While I waggled my hips

As the moans of my existence engulfed the ambience
He quickened his voracious quest
I shuddered, delirious
He gulped every single drop
Exploding simultaneously.
Liberating it was...without penetration.

When I looked at him
He read me, teasing
Baby, it's time to switch!

Our secret

It will be our secret
When we steal a kiss in the lift
Stopping it midway
And embracing our dreams
Amongst the floating clouds

It will be our secret
When you liberate my tresses
Wrapping it around you
Soaking it's fragrance
We stand there
Revelling the moment

We make love through our eyes
Till our heart cries
It will be our secret.

©LR

Unsettlingly beautiful

Are you a poetess or a philosopher

Are you the rain or the river

The more I read you

The more I simmer

To know you

To submerge in your intriguing waters

You blush words

You enchant in mystery

You interlace the art of love in poetry

How I wish to convey what I feel

You are so unsettlingly beautiful.

©LR

If I

If ever I paint you

I will, with my eyes

Coz my brush won't do justice 

To your luminosity

If ever I frame you

I will

With my heart

With all my love

Those glittering eyes of yours

That hold the stars of the universe

The delicious lips that cradles the moon

How can I ever dye them in colors

When you are enshrouded in mystery

I have realized

I cannot capture you 

Neither in words

Nor in colors

For you are poetry in itself.

©LR

Bosom tonight

Let me offer you my breasts tonight.
They are beautifully swollen and ripe.
From there flows the nectar of love
Consume them meticulously.
Quenching your thirst.

Lie down.
Lemme pour my wine
Drop by drop.

Smothering you in my blossomed mounds.
Lemme offer you my bosoms tonight
For that's where my soul lies.

Maybe Someday

A simplicity

A statement in itself

Eyes expressing oceanic depths

The aura of your sexuality

Manifests in elegance

A beautiful poetry you are

A spontaneity in itself

I try to interlace you in words

To inhale the fragrance of your tresses

But you slip

Like a mirage

Enchanted I wait

The day

When you drape me in your layers

Maybe someday.

© LR