Crimson tide

The scent of survival on my skin.
Still crimson and it bleeds.
The scars remain visible
The pain resurfaces at intervals
But I continue to breathe.

Stains of reckless spilling
Couldn't douse my fervency.
And still I yearn and continue to dream.

I see myself to be desired
I see myself to be loved.
For my aroma is buried deep within.
It's not the gloss I paint.
It's not layers in which I remain veiled.
I am much more
I am the crimson tide.

Darkness is me

Darkness is my alley

And I have chosen

To walk in those corridors, silently

Clueless, where am I treading

Away from the chaotic surroundings

Just to breathe 

From within

Darkness is so consuming

It fills me 

With nothing

Nothing to hold on

Nothing to look for

Darkness lies in me

In my stark thoughts

I delve deep in 

To destroy myself

And take rebirth

Darkness is a beauty

Few can appreciate

And that's my ultimate address.

©LR

The Beginning

They rolled from the bed

On to the floor

Their flesh soaked in the humid air

The only life was their gasping breathe

She clawed her prey 

Like a lioness

He clutched her hair 

Locked her in him

Sex to sex 

They interacted without words

Eyes raging

Carnality in harmony 

They danced in rhythm

The incandescence of their passion

The rippling chill all over 

Couldn't have been more refreshing

Eyes climaxed

But that was only the beginning!

©LR

Absolute confluence

He grazed past her with his twinkling eyes.
She tried to mask the ripples of his brazenness But her nipples responded.
He did not had to wait further.
Pushing her inside the storeroom
He ripped her decorum.

With one hand restraining her feeble movements
The other grabbed an ice cube from the nearby table.
And then he coursed it.
From her neck, spiralling it on her spine
And finally resting on her lower cleavage.

Endless river flowed.
Merging into each other
But ultimately from one source.
As he slid the traces of cube inside her shivering leaflets.
She arched her neck in sheer madness.

Pushing her against the wall
Grabbing her tresses, he entered.
For this was the absolute confluence.

Shallow waters

The pearl on her nose
Her blossomed lilies
The fountain of her soul
The solitary eye in her belly
And there extended a line to her earth
Buried deep.

I tried to probe
But got lost in her mystical intensity.
I wasn't the one nor will be others
For we are just shallow waters in her oceanic chaos.

The ripe mango

I lifted her on my shoulders

To pluck the raw mangoes

We had sneaked into our neighbor's garden

Daintily perched

She plucked 

And collected them in the layers of her skirt

The slight glimspe of her bushes

And the sweet smell of her adolescence

Permeated my senses

So distracting was it

I tried to concentrate

But a bulge was forming below

It was not until a drop of sweat 

That trickled down her thighs

That was my last straw

Gingerly kissing her feet

I caressed my fingers on her legs

She stood motionless

Emboldened, I finally found her

In her enchanted forests

Her petals, surreptitious

I continued probing

She moaned 

And faltered

We both fell on the ground 

Amongst the littered mangoes

Unbuttoning her blouse

I knead her lush breasts

Her buds bloomed

I squeezed and suckled them

Till I found her taste

The ground beneath her had become drenched

I lifted her skirt

To relish her, further.

©LR

Dark syrup

I froze

When he blocked my way

His breath hot with intensity

His eyes, shimmering with lechery

He inched closer

Pushing me on the kitchen counter

What was the fragrance

His musk that was forming beneath his layer

Or the tempered chocolate

Nothing made sense

For I was dazed

Artfully, he released my breasts

Cupping them in his palms

Kneading them with utmost tenderness

He bent to suckle my essence

But stopped

His desire

And my offering

Both staring at each other

Scooping the molted chocolate syrup

He smudged my areola, in leisure

I arched my hips

And pleaded 'stop'

He smirked and whispered 'this is my show'

As I lay on the counter, watching the skies float

He smeared the syrup

All over

From my breasts

To the tiny eye cradled in my belly

Till he reached my forests

And that's from where

The odyssey started

Mine and his.

©LR

But still

But I was still attracted.
Even if you ever haven't ever tried.
It's the wind that blows towards you
Even if I choose to be enshrouded.

You aren't the one I am looking for
Nor you are mine.
But why does I wish to be graced in you
At least for a while.

What is it that beguiles me towards you.
What is it that you possess.
Is it the mysteries that you conceal in your verses.
Is it your blossomed flesh.
Or is it my inquisitive lust.
That desires you beyond words.

I really can't define these feelings
Maybe it's just my vernal interest.
But still...

Strawberry all the way

There wasn't anything exceptional about her exterior beauty.

Except for those jet kohled eyes.

Except for those lusciously inviting lips.

Except for the mole on her nose tip.

Except for the dark waves that cascaded down her hips.

There wasn't anything exceptional about her

As she waited on the stretcher to be examined.

She disturbed my frame

Yet displaying cool professionalism I felt her pulse.

Pushing aside her flimsy gown,

I chanced upon a mole nestled between her breasts.

So beautifully conspicuous, it stirred my inner urges.

Restraining, I tried to find the foreboding lump in her breast.

But all that I found was her sumptuous flesh.

I lingered with feathery touches.

They responded with liveliness.

Emboldened, I undraped the last virtue of thread.

Ohh her twin assets, so ripe were they

But what caught my eye was the mole perched on her nipple, so subtly catching.

I brushed my lips over it, she arched to fill me

I pushed her back only to examine the other.

And there was another encircling her areola.

Enchanted with such rarity

I devoured each of them with earnestness

As she clutched my hair squashing me in her breasts.

Moments passed, she pushed me further down

Where she was alive with her over powering muskiness.

There it was next to her petals,

Her ultimate beauty.

That was it.

The last strawberry.

The stretcher served as our gateway to heaven.

That's all

A drop to my earth.
A thought to my soul.
A touch to my flesh.
A poetic catharsis with you.
That's all.