Muddled heart

Muddled is my heart.
It wishes to resonate youthful
With desires so rich that colour looses its sheen.

Consciously I try to refrain
Yet subconsciously you weave in.
Igniting yearnings that I so wish to be submerged in

I delve into reason.
I search for answers what is this bonding.
The avaricious mind says 'just don't think'.
Go with the flow...simmer with him.

Even if he is younger.
Let the communicable love stay forever.

Fountain of love

I took her from behind.
Startled she remained motionless.
Gliding my tongue on her neck
I circled my fingers on her breasts
In feathery motions
Till they asserted their presence.
I knead them while breathing fire
Marking it purple in passion.
Till she whispered no more.

I turned her around...grabbing her breasts
Reuniting them as if they have been separated
Like a devout priest.
I worshipped the twin temples in sacred indulgence.
Blessed was I when the fountain of sweetened love dripped.
Rewarded bounteously.
Finally I took her to bed.

I saw her.

She asks why is my hair dishevelled today

She forgot, we met last night 

Under the starry skies

I saw her

Not from her eyes

Betwixt her creamy thighs

My head locked

Lips exploring...

As I lifted, to see her expression

Partially blocked, by her milky bosom

She was blissfully disoriented

Her heart throbbing in my mouth

Digging her nails to my flesh

She moaned my name

I knew, she was on the verge

I gulped her musky essence

Leaving no trace

She clinged to me 

As if there was no tomorrow

Fatigued, I slept with her

In our fantasies

Yet she asks

Why do I look dishevelled today.

©LR

I see her

I have feelings for her for sure.
Something indefinable.
Beyond love or lust
But beyond cure.

She allured me when I first virtually saw her.
Draped in a nine yards charcoal saree.
Posing with a bewitching smile with tresses cascading
Radiating in her blossomed age with poise and elegance
She was graciously conspicuous.

I knew she was older to me
Buy my heart said 'that's just a figure'
The intensity of her presence provoked me further
When I read her musings.
Oozing with sensuality
Garnished in haunting verses of love
She was beyond dreams

Making me visualize her.
Of us together...in an amorous dalliance.
Where her eloquent sexuality & my youthful effervescence coloured each other.
Sometimes she seducing me
Sometimes I smothering her.

I try to remain in the demarcated affection
Yet mind digresses without any substance or reason.
She will be for me as I see her.
Even if she insists to be framed as my teacher.

Pursued pursuer...

My search for love starts and end with you…for your presence is too good to be true
Weighing on my mind ever since we have crossed pathways...fallen have I from grace
Patented in luring colors as I fantasize you in your undisguised demeanour, my heart stops dead
Dazed in your smokey persona as I inch towards you in poetic musings…all that you have exercised is terminally escape
But one day for sure you will succumb to my sensuality which blazes for you
As the pursued pursuer is all set with aspirated rawness to consume you...
Not just with a pouting kiss not with a fellatio
But to drench you in mutinous splendors of lustful love which make you mine forever...

Affluence of love

 

Beside the lamp shade when he cushioned me on the chair
Little did I realise what was in store.
I calmly surrendered with sedated eyes.
Waiting.
Till I felt a tingling on my bare nipple.
Coursing & nibbling.
Prostrating in front of me he took me to a faraway world.

Worshipping my twin temples he infused me with love.
I moaned in pleasure, I cried in pain.
Delirious was I, so was him.
As our fingers clasped in strength.
We guided ourselves to the bed.
Where I darted my tongue across his hairy chest
Sucking his nipples gently I played along.
But he stopped me in between
To subside his bursting sperm.
As the minutes glided into hours,
We remained enchanted in our magical world.

In the inquisitive depths of darting tongues.
In the magical weave of our mounds.
Tasting each other in lyrical rhythm.
Imprinting moments in the affluence of love.

Lost Childhood

Why did my tears dry yet heart cried.
Why did I feel so hollow from inside.
Why do those fleeting memories haunt which I can't even remember...
Was I traded...was I violated...
Why do I see only hands all over me...
Where did my childhood disappear...the only life I sense is growing inside me...
What is it... am I sick or about to die...
Why is my health failing me...
I don't wish to recollect what has transpired...only a fervent wish... give back my childhood to me....

Fallen Hearts

Don't make me fall in love with you.... your virtual presence is too good to be true...
The melody of your verses enchants me...
Takes me to a higher level where love is just a word...
While we sing the verses of friendship yet heart hums love
When did romance weave it's fragrance we never knew...
But the feeling now is beyond words...
Yes the hearts have fallen... inspite of knowing that we can never merge...
So let's preserve the fallen hearts till death do us apart, we will be there for each other...

The Pouting Lips

He kissed and kissed
Until kissing became a torture
I struggled to escape
But the intensity kept me dazed

With heart beats resounding
With every pore desiring
We stood there

Sealing my pout in his
He sought me
Delving depths…
Ravishing my essence
Kneading my breasts
He glided down to suck their richness
I gasped at the ferocity
Yet delightfully wet
Between my legs

He lead me…
And I followed blindly
In his alley

The pouting lips waits
To be bee stung
Once again
With your gluttony.

©LR

Kama Sutras

She was maya
Her silken sexuality, her dusky nudity
Was music on water

As she seductively posed like a calculating temptress
The igniting undercurrents
Heavy and electric, hung in the air.

I stood fascinated
Trying to concentrate
But my scalpel couldn't carve her essence.

The hunger of flesh intensifying every moment
Our moist eyes only communicative of our desires.

Till she broke the spell, sauntering towards me, nudity defining
Taking me over completely.

Magnificent and tall
Towering over me
Covering me with her cascading tresses
She made me kneel on the floor.

Like a devotee desirous of offerings
I sat enchanted
And then she gifted herself.

We never touched except for the lips.
Her lavishness being gingerly worshiped

The aroma of musk
The headiness of rhapsody screamed in success.
We opened floodgates
We became alive
With the kiss of life.

Finally I carved the essence,
The one I had been desiring for.