Don't pull the drapes

My lady

That's the only window of my hope

I see you everyday

Performing your chores, calmly

Without you knowing

I watch you mesmerized

From my window

But I wait with bated breath

For the moment

When you comb your tresses

Raising and swaying them in the air

The shape of your bosom

The glimpse of your cleavage

The intensity of your navel

My days remain blurred

With your feminine dosage

Don't pull the drapes, my lady..

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 The taste

And depth of your crevice

I wish to taste

With only my tongue

Till I imprint it

In my senses.

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 Despite everything

I am glad we met

 Atleast you made me feel love

Even though you weren't in love

I poured my blood in words

Without realising you too will depart

Seeding me with memories of 

The curse of love

Despite everything

I am thankful we met

Atleast now I realise

There's nothing greater than self love.

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  The only beauty who can compete with you

Is your reflection 

In the mirror

Which I wish to enhance

By taking you

From behind

Pinioning your hands

While spanking crimson on your derriere

Lifting my hips

I penetrate in your moist crevice

And wriggle my power

Till you cum in waves

The sight of you

When you liberate

That's the beauty

I wish to see

Whom none can compete.

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 Apart from your eyes

Your third eye

Bewitches me

I visualise my serpent

Fading and flowing

In its depth

And seeding it 

With my venom

Apart from your tantalizing eyes

Your third eye

Is the universe

I wish to die in.

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 Stop

I am bleeding

It will be messy, she pleaded

But he wasn't listening

He was bewitched by her flesh

She looked ripe

Even if her breasts were swollen

And her belly, bloated

She looked more desirable

Than the usual days

He pushed her inside the sterile tub

While ripping her layers

And penetrated

She was moist with red

He kept slipping

In her mushy juices

But he intensified his explore

Till she cried in rupture

The tub was a painting of crimson shade

And the artists

Wrapped in fire.

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 The art of seduction

Begins with the eyes

It doesn't filter down to your lips

Nor it travels betwixt your breasts

To pays homage to your forests

The nudity of the eyes

Is a reflection of your being

A bewitching entity in itself.

©LR

 I ran my fingers, gingerly

Along the ridges of her spine

She whispered my name

And said give me something new tonight

I will, I replied

And pulled her strap

She fell back 

On my lap

I rolled few ice

Inside her bra

And some inside her forest

This will extinguish your fire

And quench my thirst, my love

I concluded.

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And then one day

I set myself free

From the baggage of memories

Which comprised of us

I didn't wait for the sunrise anymore

For I had risen from within

Realising, the value of my existence

It wasn't you whom I lost

Rather I found myself

In pieces

And in the process.

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Would you like milk, she asked

As she prepared the morning tea

Of course, I replied hurriedly

She opened her blouse

And poured few drops

From her lactating bosom

The brew couldn't be more deadly

Than this!

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 I scooped her in my arms

Against her wishes

And placed her on my lap

Securing her hands

With mine

I sought her lips

She resisted

Biting my lips

Which only ignited my fire

For I don't like my prey, easy

And she was game

Who challenged my ego

Pushing her on the floor

I ripped her layers

Till she was stark nude

And then I relished her

With my tongue

Wiping her every pore

As she squirmed beneath me

Moaning and begging to be taken

I sat on her chest

And offered her my throbbing power.

©LR