The art of undressing 
Is of a different realm
A whisper of charm
A tease so immense

And she knew her art well 
The peekaboo of her swelling cleavage 
As she bent
The glimpse of her rooted navel
As she tied her hair
Was enough for me to swell 
But when she opened her blouse 
And let her breasts spill
As she lay on the bed
Her hair touseled 

She was a piece of art
Worthy to be framed.
©LR

 That night when we finally met 

I was expecting we will culminate 

With my husband away on an official tour

My baby tucked away in the adjacent room 

The showers had even set the stage

 

Roughening me

You tried to penetrate 

I couldn't feel you

Coz you diffused 

Performance pressure as they say

As the night graduated 

You tried every pose

To demonstrate your masculinity 

I endured 

Coz I didn't want to snub your male arrogance

That was the only night we spent together

As you realised you can't match upto my sexual prowess

You only touched my flesh

But couldn't filter my universe!

©LR

 Whenever I see your eyes

I see waves of desire

I don't wish to indulge in doggy 

But wish you instead on top of me

With sensuality dripping from your eyes

I wish to make love to you

It's feels intensely intimate

When you bend over me

Your eyes so tender like maternal shower

Those arch of the brows

The parted lips so inviting

I visualise waking up to this pose

Whenever I browse through your pictures 

My lady. 

©LR