Animals

He responded 'you just need a tongue there to realize your truth'

She sighed

His words spread like wild fire

How she desired him

To make her aware about core

It's been months

The exile was tormenting her senses

She sought some exhilarating adventure

But the shallow currents didn't arouse her

There was something ferocious in his tender words that disturbed her

She had been consulting him for more than a year

Unwinding herself in his knowledgeable expanse

She didn't disguise herself

For he knew her better

She too could sense the brimming undercurrents between them.

But the licensed distance

Their session for the day was over

But neither made a move to leave.

He had been bulging with fury

But restraining

Finally as she rose arranging her messy tresses she arched back

It was the sight of her sleek neck that flamed him

He leaped towards her, catching her off guard

It started from there

His kisses were ferociously tender

Yet she was in ashes

She tried to recover
But he didn't let her

For when he slipped his fingers inside her

She lost it

Pushing him on the floor, freeing his meat

She descended

It was the ultimate play between powers

Man to woman.

©LR

Concealed layers

He said I am there to switch off the lights.
I wish to be consumed in your darkness
and fill myself with nothingness.

She responded by opening up the passage.
Nothing mattered to them in those dark moments.
For they both were shaded.

He swam in her expanse as his lips gurgled in the converging saltiness.
Splashing waters, musky fragrance in the twilight hour.
Yet there was nothingness
For the denseness in their souls was unquenchable.
Wrapped in their wilderness, they expanded their concealed layers.

Time for adventure

As she sat in the aircraft drained, the smile resurfaced.
The lush of contentment, the blush of adventure.
As the plane roared for take off, her thoughts soared.

Who was he, she cared not.
For it was the languid gaze in his eyes as he sat across her in the airport that intrigued her.
He found her and they held on for seconds.

When she sauntered towards him, he kept watching.
He didn't need any gesture for their intention was obvious.
They walked in isolation but with purpose.
Oblivious to others.

It was the vacant restroom that served their sanctum.
Shutting the door, she dragged him by his collar while unzipping his trousers.
Kneeling down, she smelt him.
He was too excited for any foreplay.

Pushing her on the basin counter, he entered. Sex to sex...a rage of volcano erupted.
Eyes in ashes, they plundered each others core. She clawed to him like a feisty lioness...sensuously delirious.

A tap on the door, a jolt to reality but the mania for more.
They were relentless in their aggression, in their animalistic passion.

It was the  announcement for the final boarding that pulled them apart.
She left him at the airport...dazed.

It was an overpowering fragrance that filtered her senses when she opened her eyes.
Only to find an elderly gentleman sitting beside her.
He smiled and so did she.
For it was time for another adventure.

Those Fingers

Those fingers.
How mystical they are.
Sleek and lengthy, they seduce me.
Thoughts soar how artistic they would be
When they trace every contours of my sensuality.

Those fingers.
How magical they are.
They entwine in mine, infusing me with verve.

Those fingers.
How clairvoyant they are.
They write poetry in leisure.
Clearing dense forests,
They bloom my flowers.

Those fingers are ferociously tender.
How I crave for their indulgence.

Pitch Darkness

It was pitch dark 

When I regained consciousness

I couldn't recollect my surroundings

I had passed out after inhaling ecstacy

Realising my nudity was skin deep

I tried to gather myself

But my legs gave up

A pair of hands grabbed me

From somewhere

I faltered

And fell on heap of flesh

Several pair of hands were all over me

Crawling like tentacles

I was being savagely groped

Every pore explored

The kneading of my breasts

Fingers swimming inside my darkness

I tried to move 

But my hands were restrained

Was it rape

Was it my fulfillment

I was beyond euphoric 

To register

My moans being drowned

In the chaos of lust

Nothing made sense

For it was sheer madness.

©LR

Intoxicating river

The sweat that trickled from her waist.
As she worked, unaware of its unsettling effects.
I tried to focus on worldly affairs
But the glimpse of her navel.
Shyly cocooned, straining my endurance.

As she turned around, our eyes met.
She caught my reflecting nakedness
She tried to hasten
But I was swiftly pulled her back against my brawniness.

There we were...
Her back thudding on my chest.

So cold was her flesh against my incandescence. Discreetly untying her pallu from her curvaceousness,
I carried her to the dining space.

Laying her on the table, I gingerly unbuttoned her blouse.
There she was so alive with her creamy assets.
I bent to strip her milkiness
She arched to fill my mouth with lactating sweetness.

Descending to her navel I poured some wine
It spilled...
I immediately licked it from her sumptuous flesh.

As the wine shivered nestled there,
She strained with anticipation
Shallow was her breathe.

Now it was time for the neat finish.
Untying her petticoat, slipping it down her waist,
I poured some more
It streamed down to her ultimate nectar.
She clenched my hair as my tongue moved further
Towards the interstellar.

She gasped when I plunged in her luxuriant river.
Consumed were we, in feral intoxication.