He was different from the rest

For all that he craved

Was to view my navel

As I laid on the bed

He cast aside the pallu

Your navel, its sensual, he whispered

May I kiss the landscape of the centre of gravity

Before I plunge in your navel

I simply nodded

For I wasn't sure what he desired

Gingerly, he kissed the contours of my structure

Without touching me

The tingling sensation he aroused with his art

I twisted in pleasure

Gradually he focused his attention on my third eye

Plunging in the abyss

Of my being

The ecstasy I achieved

Trickled down my legs

I clutched the pillow

Stuffing my agonizing cries

He continued

Till he was satiated

This my lady

Is a signature of my admiration

For the sexuality you radiate

From the centre of your universe!

©LR