Pour More

Pour more
From every pore
The more the merrier
Let the passage glow

Ahh, I see light.
Is it your cream all over me

Death I wish
But you don't lemme die

You watch me from above
Hunting at leisure

I can't take anymore.
Grabbing your legs, I plunge

I discover light
In you
In your darkness.

Virgin attainment

Spread no further
Lemme enter
Lemme graze your passage
Let my meat be choked
In your chastity

So deep are you
Your algae is catching me in its web
I hold your waist
To reach the zenith

But you surpass my length

The thumping of my force
The tearing of your flesh
We were exotic madness

Was it your blood
Was it your maiden juices
We didn't care
For it was our virgin attainment

Embers glowed
So did we
And the odyssey
Had just started.

©LR

Honeyed Death

The honey dripped from her breasts
As she smeared it

All over her curves

I watched in fascination

Every pore being teased like never before

Helpless, I watched 

Tied to the chair

With eyes blurring in desire

With my strength groaning for her taste

Every second I was reducing to ashes

Till she decided it was time for me
To relish her taste

Sauntering towards me 

She sat cross legged on my chair

The smell of her flesh dripping with the nectar

I was paralyzed

Collecting her voluptuous breasts

She pressed it all over my face

Squeezed between their delicate meat

I tried to breathe

But she was relentless

It was when she pushed the chair on the floor

And knelt on my trembling lips

That became my death.

©LR

Moment of conflict

She walked into the restaurant with polished grace.
A class that drew attention from every table.
With a lump in my throat I greeted her.
She responded with the familiar warmth.
So paralysed she made me in her expanse.
Those melancholic eyes
Were those my grief or hers.

As we sipped our coffee in silence,
A wave of emotions blinded the ambience.
It was just us and our serenity
Time chased us, but we were lost...
Trying to find purpose.

As we climbed the lift in echoing secrecy, we didn't know what lay ahead.
She walked inside the room and stood by the window.
Her tresses breezing by the oceanic rage.
It was us...to relieve our earlier romance.
To drown our suffering.

But the cacophony.
Was it the chaos of the sea or our thudding beats.
When she turned to face me, her eyes were dewed.
In that second we realised we couldn't...
Was it our conscience, was it the reflection of our mindless intention
Nothing made sense.

With a feathered kiss on her forehead, I saw her for the last time.
She looked back
And we realised this was our only love.