She rose

He inserted his flesh and snaked his fingers.
She squirmed dragging the sheets
As a chill shot through her senses.
This was beyond her fantasies.

Was it the piercing pleasure or expanding her universe.
She was lost in herself.
He kept exploring her depths by the edge of the bed.
And when she recovered, she wasn't the same woman.
She looked at him and prayed silently 'amen'.

He didn't realise what he set free from the cage after years
She arched towards the sky
For she finally found herself.

A Part and the Whole

You have become slimmer since we last met...he said
I chuckled thinking 'thanks to your friend'
You were the one who were instrumental in bringing him to the forefront.

He ravishes me like none other.
Calories don't burn,
Rather we burn the hours.
And that's how I have been reducing.

For you the purpose was just an experience.
Nothing more nothing less.
For me you were a part,
Who nudged me towards the whole.
And that's how this ends or something began.

Only Words

That kiss I will no longer miss.
That intensity I will no longer crave.
That darkness of yours is nothing but a facade.

Only words are you
And nothing else.
You didn't write any lines
For you only desired for the taste.
I did give the best you experienced till date.
But you didn't value
And lost the woman that could have been yours.

Someday when you reminisce
Hopefully your froideur will merge into ashes
For me you will be just a page.
Like others, insensitive to a woman's dignity.
Only words are you,
Shallow is your substance.

The Concept

It was neither love nor lust.
It was the concept that I perpetually sought.

And she had it
Her thoughts, her fantasies clouded my darkness.
I yearned to be inside her.
To be consumed in her fury like others.

But I missed it for I lead her to some other
Still I yearn.
Why, just to have an experience
Or to realise her words that creep inside
And define me from within.

A tease, she is.
Of lascivious flesh and indulgent mind.
She is the poison
That will magnify my senses

Its is her
I sense it already.

My stage, my redemption

It was my stage 

And my performance

You played the role 

I was expecting

The crimson layer

With bindi on forehead 

Was only for your distraction

I played my role with sheer brilliance

You swelled

So did your ego

You kept watching me behind those guarded glasses

Delirious you were

I knew, for I was stealing glances

Now it was your turn to perform

While you watched my expressions from above

I kept my eyes shut

For it would have given away

My charade

I simulated perfectly

Moaning your name

Allowing you to spank and abuse 

All the way

Knowingly I smiled 

When I realized your cinder was ebbing away

As you lay worrying about your performance

I inflamed your tinder 

By pouring some honey

There you were

Squirming again, in my harbour

Your ego bloated for climax

You took me from rear

Did you?

No, you didn't

For this was my game

I beguiled you 

Which you didn't realize

For this was my stage 

And my closure

For rubbing a tigress 

In the wrong way.

©LR

Grey Love

Grey as cemetery granite

That was my life

When I was with you

Even if, for a short while

A phase where we bonded and blossomed

With you, I wore my colour with pride

You reaffirmed my faith in love

Yet I refrained from committing

As I had been damaged within

If ever I wish my story to be narrated

It will be your voice

Were you that soulmate I sought

I am yet to figure out

As long as I live

I will cherish our memories

As you settle in distant shores

That inescapable reality of our lives.

©LR

BDSM

We kissed like hungry souls.
We missed each other
For every encounter escalated the temperature.

Toute de suite, we sauntered to the boudoir.
Stripping him, I knelt for his flesh.
He arched, holding my head, urging me to go deeper.
I did.

Laying him on the bed, I took the reigns
Mounting his circumference,
I galloped...possessed.

He nudged me back and charged.
The thumping of sex, the splashing of juices,
The strong smell of his sex,
His fingers streamlining my waves
It was pure rhapsody.
I could only whimper in ecstacy.

I rose to punish him.
Tying his hands to the bed post,
I smiled playfully
Now it was my revenge.
BDSM it was, to experiment.
Slithering down, I took him again.
With his soft rocks cushioned in my mouth.
He was delirious.
The tigress and her prey beneath.

The pleasure I achieved in inflicting pain.
It was only the inception of what in future might happen.

I knew it had to be us.
He realised this can only be she.

And the injuries all over
That was the beauty of this hunt.

Love an illusion

Find your solace and I shall find mine.
This is over... saying so he called it off.
She pleaded don't go, please give us another chance.

She knew she was true, all that she wanted was a connect.
It wasn't she who was bluffing rather it was his ego
She knew
But why did she plead
Why was she demeaning herself for no reason.

Only one encounter it was
But she wanted him to stay.
Why?
Was he the connect or was it his darkness.

They spoke and ultimately they resolved.
But something died in her that day,
Again her faith was annihilated.

It was only an experience for him
While she had poured her core.
She moved on
With the realisation that it is only an experience they all seek
Love being an illusion.

An hour

There was no foreplay.
For we were fuel and fire.

He dragged me to the edge of the bed and penetrated.
Before I could realise, he dipped his solitary finger and then another
It was his meat and fingers grazing my orifice
I twisted with agonizing pleasure.
My moaning was intermittent
For I was choked in ecstasy.

We switched positions
I mounted him, holding the bed post.
Cradling his power in my expanse,
I drifted off in my trance

Droopy were his eyes yet they kept framing me.
I descended to taste my conquest.
Musky was the success.
Delirious he was when I gingerly played with his rocks.
Glossing my lips with his,
I taunted his gift.

He pleaded hurt me more.
I went on... biting him all over.
We went on and on for one hour.

As it was time to leave, we kissed with heavy heart
But we were ready for another round of
resonating beats.
He laid me on the bean bag.
And engulfed me from behind.

An hour tried to accommodate us
But we were relentless.
We realised then we were destined.
In our deepest and darkest wanderings.
It was only us.

Three Shots

Three shots of tequila is all that I need.
One for its intensity,
One for its consistency
And one for ecstasy.
The medley will be nothing, but deadly.

Only these three shots will blend my spirits.
Will I be consumed
Or will it be sheer rhapsody.

Who cares!
As long as my libidinous sexuality is liberated
Nothing else matters.

Tell the Wind

The wind shouldn't whisper that we met

It shouldn't spread our fragrance

But what if my moan escapes,

Tell her to absorb us 

In its breath

The wind shouldn't know thy name

What if she recites, somewhere

Let her be our rthym

While we jubilate

Let her be gracious

As we consummate

Only through our eyes.

©LR

Maya

You are Maya

Everything about you 

Is enshrouded in obscurity

You swim in mystical waters

While your lovers lust for your luxuriance

From the shores

Who are you

No one knows

The aura you illuminate

The chaos which you mask in your eyes

Serenity filters 

And some playfulness

Those treacherous curves

Enhances your desirability 

All the more

Those pendulous breasts 

Creates a whirlwind of erotic desires

Sensuality drips 

From every pore of yours

You know the spell you weave

Yet, choose to remain elusive

Brilliance it is 

That lures your soul

Do you succumb, we don't know

Yet we get lured to this form of yours

To consume the poetess 

As she flows.

©LR

Every morning

Every morning I see you from my balcony while having coffee.
The sight of your cleavage as you bend down to sweep, chokes my senses.
As the sun rays filters through your flimsy nightie,
I see your stars twinkling on your twin moon.

The coffee turns cold, my thoughts burn,
I keep on sipping, lust lorn.
As you turn around, the divide separating your base quiver with every movement
The urge to push my meat between them rage. To spank you in blushing desire.

I ooze staining my shorts.
I keep looking on till you are done with your diurnal chores.
And wait for another dawn.

You are the one

Silence prevails.
The storm has subsided for a while.
Number nine it is that celebrated my existence.

Cementing a bond of unparalleled frenzied lust.
Testing the parameters, crossing boundaries
It is this ebony horse, smooth and natural
But tempest in performance.

I absorb it all for that's what I yearned.
To seek and be sought.
Matching ferocity to my insatiable lust.
He didn't gratify me,
He escalated the temperature further.

Where his insane libido and my scorching sexuality chorused.
You are the one.

Chosen to Live

Fire am I, which you don't realise.
I won't reduce you to ashes
Rather will keep you smouldering, for the rest of your life.

Water am I, yet I won't quench your thirst.
You will live,
But parched with my thoughts.

Earth am I, will absorb your entirety
Yet won't bear your fruits
For my existence is all-embracing.


What am I
I dunno

A whole, with  bitter sweet enriching choices...
And I have chosen to live.

The whole

You are becoming thinner and thinner.
As I sense you from distant shores.

As you fling with one after another.
I know you yearned for this all these years
I presume this will be another of those reckless spirits.
But as long as you are gratified
Flow with it.

Just keep your emotions at bay.
Do plunge
But not for cure
For its your flesh that lures.
Nothing more.
Don't define yourself in parts
For you constitute the whole

The peacock

Watch me
When I make love
To your robust version

Watch me
How your woman
Surpasses your imagination

As you smoke in the background
See, what you lost
Realise, what could have been between us

Watch me baby
As I become the peacock
And uninhibitedly flaunt
My lust

Never mess with a woman
For you never know
How she's gonna take her revenge!

©LR

The Inferno

Open your eyes, he said.

I wish to see your fury.

She opened, they were raging

She was the fire, he yearned for

But he realised, he can't satisfy her

She was an inferno

He can only play with the lava

That rages in the dark reaches of her body

Maybe time was required,

For slow exploration of her body.

She gave herself

Her profound sensuality

He tried, but couldn't achieve her

She smiled patiently

Maybe next time in leisure

His ashes inside her

But that was the last time

His pompous self, pushed her away,

to his friend.

And he became her inferno

©LR

The Dark Horse

Why am I so cold tonight.
Why am I shivering in delight.
Why is there delicious pain between my legs
Why am I unable to steadily walk.
Was it because of the dark horse whom I rode few hours back.

So robust was he,
Yet strained himself to keep up.
I guided him higher where none had taken him ever.
He progressed with me in motions.
One region after another
Did I win or he.
Nothing mattered for we realised
we won each other.

Was this dark ebony horse I was waiting for.
Was it the ending of a year or the beginning.
I am still clueless.

But as long as we course together
We don't need any other.

Poetess in motion

I looked at her all the while.
As she rode me in abandoned glory

She had drifted in her space.
I tried capturing the myriad ecstasies swimming on her face.
But I couldn't.
She belonged to a different league.
Unparalleled was her esoteric sexuality
Engulfing everything that I offered.
Swirling my senses and taking me over.

She was the poetess in motion.
Relentlessly extravagant,
Redefining love making with her unquenchable passion.
Intoxicated, I kept framing her
Nestled in her bosom.
So bounteous were they, blossomed in grace.
Rapturous was I, in their luxury.

Minutes ticked to an hour.
The poetess imprinted verses in every part of my core.
Exhausting and emptying each other's essence.
Yet nourished in the luscious session.

Finally I closed my eyes.
Realising she is the one, I was yearning for.