The language of love

Soulful silence.

©LR

 

I love talking to you

In every season

Even though you left me

In the winter tide

I still talk to you

For I have coursed a phase with you

Seasoned with love

And mirth

How can I ever get over

The pilgrimage of love.

©LR

 You were not the first man

I loved

But you will be the last one

I loved

After you

I don't wish to rupture my heart

The memories haunts

The ache torments

I no longer can kill myself

Even if we meet as strangers again

I'll still be cordial

Not coz I still carry the lantern of hope

Coz we have become strangers again

After being in love.

©LR

 

Some buttons were left open

And the strings to her sensuality

Were waiting in anticipation

That's how she welcomed me

To her space

She, the woman.

©LR

  

Eye contact

While she was on top

Flesh entwined

Salty drops

Tasting like wine

Eye contact

Drunk in hers

Ever since

None could blur

The feminine energy

She exuded

Through her eyes.

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 The feeling of her petals

Cradling my power

While I ease out on her

Heavenly

She whimpers as she was still dry

To my inquest

But still I continue to pierce her darkness

Till she starts meeting my thrust

Matching my rhythm

Clenching her nails into my flesh

She tips her head back in ecstasy

I knew she was on the verge

I go on my knees

Between her thighs 

And claim everything she offered

Her body and soul

The woman of my desires.

©LR

 What would you prefer tonight, he asked 

As he lighted his cigarette

A gentleman, she replied

With nothing gentlemanly

In his style.

©LR

 You and me

Under the starry skies

With nothing

But dream in our eyes

Bereft of promises

Being in the moment

For we realise

Nothing lasts forever

Neither love or lust

You and me

In sync with nature

No words said

Yet our spirits connected

With love

Then and there

We lived in that moment

For the rest of our lives.

©LR

 

Why have you become silent, he asked

I'm bereft of words, she replied

But brimming with feelings

Feelings which don't have words

Chaotic it is within

A passage to self healing

I withdraw

From people

And situations

Comforting it is in solitude

No cathartic words

But wired in feelings.

© LR

 

But the canvas is you

I wish to paint on

Not any other flesh

Not just any other woman

Its you

Your words

Your mystical aura

Has permeated my existence

I seek you, lady

As my canvas

To engrave my seething rage.

©LR