They took turns in raping me

Everyday, every hour

Under the influence of alcohol or drugs

Tied to chains

Without food or water

I couldn't fight back their hunger

Somewhere I was already dead

I simply stretched my legs

When the door opened

Knowing what's gonna unfold

Sometimes anal, sometimes full throttle

I simply did what they told

I had lost all hope

I had withered physically

One day he came with a bottle of alcohol

To perform his ritual

But unable to perform

Frustrated, he slapped me

Till I tasted my own blood

After a while he passed out by my side

Mustering courage I searched him

Finding the key

I unchained myself

It took me minutes to stand

For I had been laying on the bed for months

I broke the bottle

And dug it in his throat

Blood cascaded like a river

I watched him calmly

So cathartic it was to see his passage

I walked out of the door

The sunlight blinding my vision

But with a sense of purpose

I ran

I ran

To no where.

© LR

 I love gazing at you

Making you uncomfortable

While you discuss work with my husband

You are aware of my mischievous intentions

But you don't dare to look

I love having an eyeful of you

Unlike you

When your eyes go astray

When we are alone

Maintaining decorum

In your professional sanctum

Your eyes give away

The cravings 

I feel your stirring desires

But you hesitate

My husband being your boss

And I won't make the move

So that's how our story continues 

Our eyes kindling the fire in our hearts.

©LR

  

I could literally smell her

So close she was to me

Yet so far

I used to wait for her

Every morning by the river bank

On the pretext of catching fish

She used to come when no one around

She didn't want her widowed integrity to defile others

Her only luxury was when she soaked herself

In the virgin waters of Ganges

Unaware of my carnal eyes

Consuming every curve of her chaste flesh

The sight of her chocolaty nipples

The triangular forest of death

And those beefy buttocks

Such a captivating sight, she radiated

I couldn't help, my hand slipped inside my dhoti

Caressing my youthful vigor

After her diurnal indulgence

She draped her meager modesty

And went to the temple

To offer her prayers

The scene of her swinging hips

As she climbed the temple stairs

I used to wonder how can God focus

With such distraction

This continued for months

Till one day, I mustered up the courage

To meet her face to face.

©LR

 

Take some flowers sirji, her syrupy voice

Brought me back to reality

I was lost in my train of thoughts

I looked at her and was dumbstruck

She was soaked to the skin

Her meager saree displayed the magnificence of her voluptuous sensuality

Her nipples pointed at the hidden tales pulsing to be explored

The fullness of her curves accentuated by nature's shower

The sight of her was sumptuously unsettling

She the last thing I wanted to be distracted that very moment

As I had been waiting in the rain for a cab to leave for home

Quivering, she waited for an answer

I have these many flowers left, please buy these for your wife, she coyly said

But my answers were written in my unchaste eyes

Rivulets of sweat I could feel forming on my forehead

Inspite of the torrential rain

I stared at her unable to respond

My heart craving for her luxuriant flesh

My eyes slipped to her pendulous breasts

They were an invitation in itself

She smiled

She knew her spell

Sirji, if you want the nectar with the flower, I can offer you both, she said teasingly

Follow me

And I followed her, in the blinding rain

Blinded by my hedonist rage

We went to dilapidated hut near by

I ripped off the delicate layer of modesty

And latched on to her breasts

She tasted of milk

I devoured her frothing assets

Till I was satiated

The rain had diminished

I gave her some cash which she refused

I lost my baby recently, she blankly said

My breasts get hard

You released my maternal ache

Thank you

Take these flowers for madam ji from my side

Handing me some virgin flowers, she left.

©LR

 

I slept a little more

With you in my dreams

There I loved you

The way I envisaged in reality

Inhaling the fragrance of your tresses

Feeling the luxuriance of your flesh

While you slept safe, in my arms

I tossed a little more in the bed

For I didn't wish to wake up to actuality

You aren't mine

Or will ever be

But I keep dreaming about you

In my solitary space.

©LR

Some stories are meant to be unfinished

And ours was such

Ours was a passage

From flared passion

To being in love

From solemn promises

To verbal warfare

An odyssey of emotions

But we couldn't survive the tumultuous seasons

We got enveloped in its currents

Who was to be blamed

Neither you

Nor I

But some stories are destined to be unfinished

And ours was such.

©LR

You u are the love of an artist

And your are my love

Even though my eyes lure to all the beautiful creations

But you are my celestial perfection

The woman I love to love

An artist can love his art

But when others admire his creation

It doesn't bring torrents upon my heart

Rather I cherish the beauty I have composed

With my distinctive taste for wine.

©LR

 I crave for you

A little more everyday

My love for you deepens further

With every passing day

You have infused a sense of calmness

With your warmth and compassion

I soak in every moment with you

For I fear somewhere I might lose you 

Coz of my fluctuating temperament 

My possesive streak

You endure me during my moments of chaos

Mollifying my fear and insecurities

I feel blessed to have you in this odyssey.

©LR

I slept a little more

With you in my dreams

There I loved you

The way I envisaged in reality

Inhaling the fragrance of your tresses

Feeling the luxuriance of your flesh

While you slept safe, in my arms

I tossed a little more in the bed

For I didn't wish to wake up to actuality

You aren't mine

Or will ever be

But I keep dreaming about you

In my solitary space.

©LR

 

The urge to have sex with you

Becomes so ferocious at times

A veil enshrouds my sense

I look at your pictures on Instagram

And pound the woman from behind

Whether it's the maid

Or the aunty next door

They enjoy my savage intrusion

Unaware, that it's you on my mind

Of all the images, particularly the waist chain on your curvaceous elegance

Drives me insane

Gripping her hair

While holding the waist

I thump

Till I cum

Satiated, she sleeps

While I toss

Fantasizing to make love to you

Someday.

©LR