Soul search

Did love find me, I am not sure.
Lust does, everytime in some form or other.
They come and go as trial and errors.
It doesn't matter to me anymore.

Preserving my substance, I soar above beyond these petty elements
As they are no cure.
I rise, I fall...
But the picture becomes clearer.

Love and lust are only two extremes,
Peace is within.
Why to be entangled in their whims.

My soul beckons, I have to move beyond.
And here I come life,
Illuminate my search.

Desired Death

A stardust am I

Will merge into ashes

But here am I

Offering you my sinuous flesh

Every curve you canvass

Will leave you breathless

For my springs will be fresh

As my dense forests.

See through my navel

Worship my sculpted frame

I am no ordinary woman

I will bring you

Your desired death.

©LR

Two mysteries

How long will you keep reading me

How long will you keep liking my eccentricities

It's been months now

You have been consistently following me

What is it that you wish to convey

What is it that I fail to read

Is it my thoughts that piques you 

Or is it the substance that I portray

You will read again

And continue liking

Silently you browse as I unravel

Mysteries of me

Desirably unattainable

So there you are with your perplexing presence

Here am I an enigma

Difficult to arrest.

©LR

Visual encounter

A lightning passed in that moment.
When we locked eyes
In a passing second.

A surge of blood flushed through me.
Flustered; I continued walking
Knowing your eyes were following.

Youth, was at your side,
While I was gracefully ladened.
The inexplicable spark wasn't something
which I expected.
It fired my senses.

A visual orgasm it was
Which left me breathless.

She rose

In the edge of the night,
By the shadows of the hills
She roams in the enveloping meadows.
Restless is her sin
The evil so enchanting.

She slips her attire, letting her skin breathe fire.
The stinging breeze fuels her further
She spreads: her dense forests raging like wildfire
Did someone slither between her thighs.
She cared not, for she was on a high.
Closed eyed, she felt it plunging deeper
She clawed the earth as she finally reached her fervour.

The rain splashed as the earth got seeded.
Her skin flashed like the lightening.
She rose: finally from within.

Your Wetlands

I would walk on water 

Just to be with you

Across your treacherous wetlands

Brushing those errant strands

Drowning in those hypnotic eyes

Gulping those succulent lips

Inhaling the aroma of your dense waves

And caressing those blushing mounds

To breathe

The same air as thee

That is where 

I want to be

To be engulfed in your sensuous flesh

In your wetlands

Where every pore springs of life

Where the freshness of your juices 

Submerge me

It's you, my lady

You are the elixir of my thirst.

©LR

Realise her

And they all love her mind.
So nude is she.
Her skin, what a sinful indulgence

Her thoughts are a whirlpool.
Her sexuality an abyss.
They know nothing of her passion,
Nor they sense her aggression
She will engulf you, even in fantasies.

Read her or like her,
Vilify her or ignore her.
But you will never get over her
For she haunts, strips your facade
even through her verses.
Do you realize now what you are dealing with?

Live in you

I had already closed my eyes...
I was taken away...
But then you called...your voice screaming...
Streaming through death stirred my senses...
I wanted to wake, to cradle you to my warmth... But my body was blushed in cold...
There you were and here I was...
A life and a death...my remnants in your womb...
I will live...in you

Poetess eyes

The eyes of a poetess...
Resonates in mysticism...
Sometimes they sparkle of love...
Sometimes they shimmer in pathos...
They emote the unsaid...
The fragility of her existence.
The death of her substance
The fantasies of the poetess...envelopes the audiences...
Purple is her colour...symbolizing passion.
She shatters the glass frame...but only in her verses.
The eyes of the poetess...no less than a maelstrom!

Coalescing fire

An addiction you are.
And continue to be.

The more I read glimpses of your sexuality,
The more I am enamoured in your mystical aura

A seductress you are.
You flow like a sensual river.
How I wish to dip in your intensity.

When the sun gets enveloped in your tresses,
Your captivating eyes immerse me in its undercurrents.
As you whisper through your simmering sultriness.
Dew drops plaster your curvaceous figure.

I take you there, by the symbolic river.
Devouring your femininity in throbbing urgency.
You don't yield,
You consume me

Riding and submitting
We become equals.
For the fire in me
Coalesces the fire in you.