Morning chores

Her petals were in full bloom 

While she was sleeping semi nude

Little did she realise

How tormented was I

Unable to perform my designatory chores

As I bulged, dripping with lust

Inconspicuously, I shut the door

Moving gingerly towards her,

I spread her

She remained motionless

Closed eyed

Not a whisper

Not a whimper

But anticipating...

I dived, like an eagle for its prey

My fire, 

Her ashes

Lost was I, in her darkness

Levelling her legs on my shoulders

I probed her

Copiously flowed her treasures

Squirming and moaning

Thrusting herself on my face

I was drunk beyond measures

Till the sound of the doorbell

Brought me back to reality

Leaving her muggy on the bed,

I resumed my chores

With her flavour lingering

On my lips

©LR

Elusive love

So torn am I between a love that eludes and a love that persists.
Where am I, he who makes me wait or he who waits for me.

So cluttered am I in this trajectory.
I wish to be loved, I wish to take reciprocate but the fear of being hurt.
What if the story repeats, what if things drift.
How long will I collect my ashes and take rebirth.
A hope so illusory, better I give up.
Not for anyone but for myself, love will prevail...

If only

Every time I speak to you,
I stop breathing for a while.
I try to soak you, to feel your potency.
You may find it flattery, but for me it's always you.
The melody in your spirited voice,
the much desired respite from the lustful crowd.
I am at peace when I shed my flirtatious layers.
Yes I have grown over the years,
but couldn't get over you.

Now that you are certified, can you define the feelings I have for you.
It's more eternal than I can ever convey.
It's more intense than you can ever ascertain.

If we ever meet, I wish to just hug you,
nothing more.
For our hearts will hear what the words couldn't convey.
Your elusiveness and my expectant patience, nothing has changed.
I wish I can process.
I hope you can sense, what I still hold for you all these years.
If only

Shallow cores

You weren't my pages ever
But you did write some.
You weren't supposed to hurt me
But you did scribble some.
So harsh you were, your virtual presence, Excruciatingly disturbing.

But still I wished for beginnings.
You failed again with your self obsessive complexities.
What did you assume, I was one of those.

Hah! Men with their shallow psychologies.
Can't move beyond the corporeality.
Such a shame you all specimen are!

Spirits move on

They plunged their swords deeper and deeper,
Ripping and ravaging my flesh.

One after another, merciless.
I got no pleasure,
I felt no pain.
I had eclipsed.
I just watched them.

So shallow were they,
Swaggering with few sperms.
They fizzled in seconds, I stayed on.

Absorbing their vile in my earth.
For I knew nothing will germinate,
Nothing will give resonate

They had strangulated just my life,
My spirits will move on.

Only Ashes

Never look at me the way you do.
Your eyes pierces through.
Ripping not a surface, but unveiling the evil layers.
That simmers to erupt even with a glance.

And if we merge, succumbing to the volcanic urge, none of us will survive the deluge.
Ashes will it be.
Only to rise and smear each other with more of it.

Inflamed libidos

 Would every night be like this, she whispered

It will be, he responded.
Let your tresses breeze the trees
Let your eyes twinkle in the dark.
Let the crescent moon smile in your pout.

I see you arched in grace
The droplets in your belly,
The curves to your valley,
Milky it is all the way.
So lost am I
So dense is your sinuous journey.

Did the stars twinkle?
Have we finally found a meaning to our inflamed libidos?

A mystical essence

Bold isn't just beautiful
But it's wishful death.
And she was dope.
Making you wonder about her.

A mystical essence.
Where does she derive her inspirations.
Is it her past or present.
Is she the woman that she represents.
Who is she?
They all wonder.

No one realise she's Nature.
Her elements are only fire and water.
She burns,
Engulfing others who try to sense her.

She swims in electrifying waters.
As she seductively strides,
She strokes those by the shores who visualize her.
She is the goddess of kama.
Made of only fire and water.

My story resumes

My story resumes
Torn between love and family,
which I keep balancing
Till my identity and secured independence.
But love and its insecurities overwhelm,
Asserting for a deadline which I can't assure when.

Some times I wish to surrender,
sometimes I wish to escape.
With love being my ultimate matrimony
and start afresh.

But trapped am I.
Destiny it is that separated us both.
Love flows unrecognised,
as my name remains tied to my spouse.
So torn am I, so messed am I.
Still I hope
someday we will be finally there for each other.
Till then my story resumes.

The interview

His disturbing silence, his piercing vision
So distracting was it.
She remained focused, answering the bombardment of questions.
But an inexplicable heat was raging within.
She dared not to look at him what if she faltered.

The interview concluded, but her questions kept hovering.
Pensive, she sauntered down the stairs,
Only to find him in his car...waiting.
Nothing was conveyed, just a decisive lure
She slipped beside him, they zoomed in deafening silence.
For the actual interview was yet to begin.