I was his mistress

He came and left

According to his wishes

Sex was a ritualistic indulgence

But it had lost its sheen

Some days he wouldn't come

Feeling listless in the affluence 

I used to venture for life around

It was one of those days

When I met Shyam

On the beach

I was sitting alone

Soaking the sunset

May I join you, he asked

I didn't respond

Many used to approach

Finding me alone

He sat beside me

Minutes passed into hours

With no words spoken

The sound of the waves

Only echoed

I will wait for you, he said

As I started leaving

I came back with a sense of uneasiness

Couldn't figure out the feeling

I didn't go the next day

But my heart felt heavy

As if something was pulling

I ignored and continued

In my space

Next time, when I strolled to the beach

To fade into the sunset

I found him there

Same spot

Intrigued, I sat beside him

I have been waiting for you since days, he said

I didn't reply

We kept sitting till the moon whispered from the skies

As I was leaving

He asked, what's your name

Meera, I replied

From that day onwards

We faded into the horizon 

With not a word spoken

It was like I found my Shyam

And he founded his Meera

A cosmic intervention of souls.

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I let him use me

There was no love between us

Pure lust

My thirst

And his hunger

So finally we met

He started shivering

For he felt intimidated

Which was the usual case

They all said "you have that aura which intimidates"

So we started the play

Neither of us expecting

But what started as a casual encounter

Was a revelation in itself

He filled me

The volcano which had become redundant, for ages

The ashes between my legs

Soaked the mattress

We went on for hours

My legs, trembling in the air

I was completely spent

I could barely walk

For days

We met several times

Every episode was exhilarating

I let him use me

For I wanted to be used

In flesh.

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Those few errant strands

Glued to her salty flesh

Mesmerized my sense

Like a moth to fire

I went closer to her

And licked her neck

What the...startled she hit me on the face

The slap further fuelled my rage

Pinning her on the steel table

Spreading her legs

I inserted myself

And chewed her neck

The cacophony of the crockery

The clash of the utensils

The heat of the kitchen

Didn't matter

As the food burnt somewhere

As the customers waited for their order

I ate her

Till satiated.

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As he cradled her neck

Over the balcony railing

With civilisation streaming beneath her

She kept fading in and out

Was it the marijuana

Or the erotic asphyxiation

The ecstasy she achieved

Was beyond orgasmic

She felt light

Drained

Her knees buckled

He laid her on the patio

Beneath the starry lights of the skies

Above the illumination of mankind

He went between her thighs

And that's when

She lost herself

Completely.

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That woman haunts me like none, he confessed to his wife

Why do you say so

When you have been with many women, his wife asked

She's no ordinary woman, he replied

You have to read her

To realise her fire

You have to see her

To feel her sensual prowess

A thirst, difficult to be quenched

Maybe she is aware of my feelings

But we both are tied by social threads

I try to get over her

When I make love to you

Visualising her face

But she blurs my passion

To ashes

That woman

Disturbs my existence!

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I have millions of reason

To let you back in my life

Still I reason out the reasoning

Of not letting you back

For the agonizing pain

I have been

I have inked every moment we composed

In every season

And those words

Haunt me

Not to get swayed away again

In your treacherous waters.

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Why do your eyes slip to my chest

While we converse

Why do you lag behind

While we walk

I know you check out my curves

Why do you maintain dignified distance

When we both are agitated

With lascivious urge

Still, I won't make the move

I will leave it to you

To thread your youthful candour

To my simmering fire.

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 She was my portrait for the day

If anything

I couldn't concentrate

She wasn't the first nude 

I had to work upon

But she was indisputably

The first woman who was sheer art

From those wavy tresses

Caressing her earthy flesh

To those ripe mangoes 

Embellishing her curvy waist

She was a muse par excellence

She was aware of her magnetic spell

Yet she posed

As I tried to paint her in red

But my hands trembled

Frustrated, I told her

I can't do justice to your form

She simply smiled

And said, inhale the fragrance I disseminate 

From the aroma of my hair

To the nectar of my breasts

Plunge in the secrecy of my navel

And inhale the aroma of my mystical forests

Inhale

Inhale my boy

Till you smell of nothing else

But me

Only then you can essay my essence 

©LR