Unsung Song

The fragrance of your essence
Is etched on my skin
The flavor your kiss
Has the taste of cinnamon

I toss for words to define our love
But none comes
From within

A love that defies age
A bond where we are tied by marital threads
And we can never unite
Still we hum
The unsung song

We course moments
In the luxuriance of embrace
Till seasons flush our countenance

But time cheats us
And we part
With a breaking heart

Come back to me
Home again
To where you belong
My love

You are all that I want
You are all that I need
Nothing more, I seek

Just you and me
Rewriting the stars
Within our own little world.

©LR

Don't Come Back

Don’t come back,
I have fallen in love with you
Getting deeper as we intimately paint moments
I love you in my innocent openness
Without knowing when or why
The distinct age gap failing to dampen my desires

My heart stops dead when you thread your silken touch
Spiraling my sexuality, resurrecting me to life
I love you when you cushion me to your heart
Sealing us together in an intense poetic discourse.
Dazed in your lyrical touch,
My heart silently murmurs..you are exactly what I want’.

I love you discreetly because there is no other way
Both tied in societal fissures
I wish you were only mine
The thought of sharing you makes me dishearteningly envious.

I close my mind and speak to you in thousand silent ways
Sometimes reminiscing memories of us wrapped in creative lucidity
I write because you exist in my beats
I live for you are the taste of my life

I wish you really knew how much I love you
How eagerly I wait for your blossoming love
For all the love, I sincerely wish you not to come back
For if you do
I will leave everything and be yours forever!

Eternal Foreplay Continues

Eternal foreplay continues
Naked me and my muse.
By the sun filtered window,
We smoulder the pretentious winter.

Designing a tantric ambience,
We try to inwardly communicate.

Settling cross legged,
Stroking each other nipples for minutes,
We magnify the senses.

As the trance sweeps me,
You cradle me in your chest.
Reassuring me of your warm presence.

We rise with renewed hedonism,
Carrying forth the artistic quest.

My mounds finding an abode in your kneading palms,
My neck tinged with your stinging lust.

Sliding down my voluptuousness,
Licking every softness
Digging your nails to my flesh,
You explore in ceaseless rhythm
Leaving me breathless.

Punctuating our performance with tantalising words,
We breathe soulfully.

As I lay, with disheveled tresses
You guide me to your tip
Licking him in feathering measures
I prize him in my mouth for seconds
Tasting the brimming saltiness.

The hours pass, the art continues.

Sometimes, you exploring unbelievable depths Sometimes waggling your warmth on my buttocks.

We become two bodies one soul
Perpetuating the celestial orgasm in a serpentine dance of eternal pleasure.

As your face glows in luminous delight
I pray silently, may you shine for light years.

Hold me Tight

Hold me tight,
I am becoming cold
A fog is coating my eyes
I fail to see you anymore

Why do I fail to taste the saltiness of my tears
Yet sense yours
Why is my beats missing but resounding in yours

Cradle me in your arms
Infuse me with your bodily warmth
Before I leave for the final journey

Hold me tight
I am slipping

Be here for me
Be my living memory
As you finally put me to rest.

©LR

Dream Diaries

Seize the night 
It is flaming with my dreams
With intense heterogeneity that is so overwhelming.

The fanciful stories of my subconscious dance in impulsive pastures 
Where the desire to be desired blossom like evergreen flowers.

 The gaping sexual silence finds a voice 
When magnetism for someone known sings different rhythms.

The colours of wishful love dances in subtle gestures.
Beyond which I frame not to proceed further.

To linger the density for some other night or many nights thereafter  

Riot it is my dream diaries.
The remoteness of a situation, the absurdity of the content tune in patchy lengths.

Sometimes a pulsating nightmare leaves me waking in horror

I try to relate as the dawn breaks 
But I am left with silent debris which fades as reality shows the way  

Are they fragments of my cordoned reality seeking escapism in self-indulgence.
Or are they the outlet of a chaotic mind?

Whatever it is 
Never have I slept dreamless till date!

Poetry at Midnight

Come lie by my side
 Let us compose poetry at midnight

When the hypnotic darkness casts it spell
We will rise to the call of lyrical love

Weaving not just sensual verses 
But framing us with symbolic significance

Snuggling against each other, 
Soaring heights with probing touch.

As you finger passionate words in between my thighs, 
Verses flow bounteously.

The whimpers of pleasure kindle you to devour me with delirious measure

I lay disarmed…structuring the actuality

 The rawness of kisses
The missing of our breathe
The musk that hangs in the air 

As the mushy flesh plays each other

We take verses to a faraway level 
Where the stately sun shies to rise.

The crescent moon

We lay bare on the bed, like a crescent moon...arms wrapped, legs entangled...

Layered with creative libido we silently intone transparent desires

As you take my prized pout to your savage esurience, I struggle to keep pace…

Exploring every pore burning the winter on fire, we devour each other…breathless...

Confessing to poetic sensibilities we odyssey...
Covering milestones yet destination distant...

Where the process is bounteously rewarded as shudders pleasure between my legs...

We wait with strained patience for your moment to pass...to linger the productive proximity for another night...

When the crescent moon twinkly smiles at us as we rhythmically rewrite feeling poetry for many more nights...

Elusive lover...

She came like a whisper
A plain portrait, bereft of glamour, drawn in leisure.
I lost my heart when I first saw her
Coiled on the bed, face buried in cushion still in her school uniform.

Fresh in canvas, capturing stirring innocence, she exuded art at its best.
Representing a crescent moon with wrapped emotions within
She became my intriguing muse.

I chased for answers
Was it the inquisitive wind that caressed her chastity 
Or the heavenly shower that gave her a new flush.
I fancied her, tried to realize her but she eluded me.
Reflecting from the framed profile.

Till one day I chanced upon someone who composed her in spirits.
Exuding artistic conspicuousness tinged with deceptive arrogance
She was one elusive beauty with arresting significance.
So close yet so far was she…challenging my proficiency in poetic eloquence
Igniting me profoundly.

I courted and waited patiently for months.
To encase her in my arms…respond did she to my perseverance finally.

As we lie by the window watching the heavenly shower, framing not just us but my elusive lover

©LR

Martyred curse...

My eyes are coated my heart is silent yet the echo is deafening

My body is battered my soul is suppressed yet I survive to tell my ordeal

I look for answers…I find none…as to why I was, still am invariably the martyred victim

Why am I violated, why am I traded, why am I killed…a ‘why’ that has haunted me for centuries

Is it the female structure blessed to give birth or is it the bosom from where flows the fountain of love that arouses a beast in him

Why the enigma of being worshiped in contour yet abused in sensibility

My search for identity unravels my perilous journey which is fraught with his atrocities

He is mine…my flesh and blood, a fact he couldn't realize

I live, slaving away my visibly invisible role with a cosmic curse when it will be just him!

Draped in Dawn

Draped in dawn
With pots in hand
She walked miles
Towards the small pond

Where she let her pots sail
While she casually undraped herself
To perform her rituals

Camouflaged behind the trees,
Eyes glued to the expectant scene
I waited with baited breathe

Savouring the flimsiness
Of the tribal beauty
As she revealed more
Than she concealed

When the water stroked her greedily
Slurping her fissures
I stood green
With envy

When the tautness of her ripe breasts displayed their magnificence
As she played with the lotuses
My libido raged

Blissfully sanguine,
Her mahogany skin shining
As she waded out of the water
Draped in rawness
Our eyes met
Unmasked finally

As the blush deepened her skin,
Modestly she tried to cover
With a smiling tinge

Emboldened, I raced across
Taking her without resistance
By the velvety algae

Draped in dawn
She returned that day
And still returns to me
Till we embrace dusk.

©LR