Swinging Door

Mind wonders whether it is love or lust
Or just your magical touch
That has penetrated my senses
Sowing seeds of prurience
Which yearns to get lost in pleasure gardens

Where we explore each other, in fervent desire
Seeking for orgasmic deliverance
Kissing the hours, in an invisible embrace
Where the wanton desires ignites the sexual fire
An inextinguishable fire of random love making
A rites de passage for celebration of bodies

Surfing in each other juices
When our bodies reach zenith
Let’s delay further
For I wish to gallop you
With only my cascading tresses

Bedecking myself, inside your thick armour
Rousing your senses to blinding euphoria
Imprinting myself in every core
Leaving no scope for you, to distract to any ‘other’

I crave to be yours, forever
So lust it is
That the swinging door chooses shut both of us in.

© LR