I no longer feel the breeze

In my tresses

For you have inhaled its fragrance

I wait

For you

To breathe life in them

Again.

©LR

 

She wore only her anklets

And climbed on me

While tossing her pendulous breasts

Inside my mouth

It wasn't her bounteous nectar

Which spilled from mouth

Nor it was syrupy juices

Which cascaded between her thighs

Seized me

It was the resonance of her anklets

While she wriggled in rage

That haunts me till date.

©LR

 The darkest place I wish to be is

Inbetween your legs

The longest journey I have treaded is

Between your legs

Finding you

In your poetry

The most fertile earth

I wish to lay my seeds is

Between your legs.

© LR

 All you have to do is

Embrace me with your tresses

And your voluptuous flesh

That much suffices

To magnify my hardness

That's my kind of kinky arousal.

©LR

 

The moon has seen more of me

Than anyone has

She courses with my cycles

Sometimes full

Sometimes crescent

Breathing life in my being

With her soothing presence

She sees through my feelings

Of love and lust

Smiling poignantly

For she has nothing to offer

Except being my shadow

The moon in me...

©LR

 

Disguising in layers

Couldn't diminish the enormous passion

She has layered

And it shimmers

In her feisty eyes

Which masks her inner significance.

©LR

 

Who am I

I am you

A creation of infinite heartbreaks

Of enriching experiences

Of lost self

Still hopeful

Of creating myself

With love

The one I sought

And the one I have become.

©LR

You ask why have I changed

Where's the love I had for you

I changed for there's was no other way

I had to change for myself

For you weren't willing to change

You were constantly defensive

And argumentative

I changed for myself

To set myself free

I am at peace

With this change in me.

©LR

 And he filled her

With his pomposity

Thrusting frenziedly

But still her infinity

Couldn't be captured

When her clitoris released air of rapture

He realised, she's beyond him

To be filled

He is just a drop

In the ocean of her sensuality

©LR

 I still write for you

Just that I don't share or post

For there's no point

If my presence couldn't touch you

How could have my words...

©LR

 Every curve of yours

Scorches my senses

Be it the glimpse of your enticing cleavage

Or the treacherous curves

Of your waist

Where your chiffon layers 

Are delicately perched 

It enhances your sexual power

An assault so catastrophic

It inflames my infinite hunger

For you

My lady.

©LR

 To make love to a stranger

No strings attached

No lingering ache

Just a mating call

In a steaming jungle of desires

Where flesh explore infinite possibilities

A ceaseless spectacle of flesh intermingled in sweat

What would be it like?

©LR

 

I want to see you

Inbetween my thighs

Making eye contact.

©LR