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.

Radha and Krishna discourse

Radha : why do you wish to immerse me in love
I swim in seductive waters
My currents are strong
I have survived in the abyss of the ocean
I belong to none.

Krishna : why do you feel my cosmos will silence your chaos
Merge with me, by the horizon
We will find us
In the ring of inevitability

Between your wanton waves
Between my rising need,
To get lost in your profoundness

Even if I loose myself,
That will be my victory
You know why
Coz between your denial and my faith
In between this conversational thread
There's love

Sentiments in silence

And we climbed the stairs in discomforting silence
The room was booked for answers.
We entered...apprehensive.
And finally it was just us.

With swamping sentiments that had been shaping over the months.
He sat beside me.
Was it his heart or mine that was pounding.

Mustering courage, he clasped my cold palms in his.
And then our eyes met...conveying the unsaid.

Eyes teeming, I questioned, was it you I have been waiting.
All these years, for a soulmate.
Minutes ticked into hours.
And we sailed in silence, painting emotions.
Sometimes it was you.
Sometimes me.

Drunk in you

Lemme drink wine tonight from your eyes
Clutching your tresses.
Soaking your ethereal nakedness

Lemme be drunk from your Iips.
Grabbing you, by the hips
Plastering your tenderness against my chest
Lemme be just washed tonight in that simmering sensuality
Tonight it is
Let us drown in darkness.

Ten minutes

Ten minutes I had, for the ongoing march

The war was raging

So was I, from within

Dreary with months of suppression

Desperately seeking a release

I sauntered purposefully towards the red light area

The display of seasoned flesh, 

The inviting looks, failed to lure me

As I was looking for something deep

And then I found it, in her guileless eyes

We looked 

And acknowledged

With tacit understanding 

We walked towards the meadows

Eyes locked, as I unbuttoned her shirt

Her plump mounds were already dripping.

I realised, she was lactating.

A pang of guilt swept over me 

As I figured her paucity

But my frenzy took the better of me

Grabbing her by waist, 

Devouring her copious fountain

I was lost in milky galaxy

Nestled between her breasts

I stole a glance

She seemed in her trance

Swelling in pride

I immersed again

Was it my release or hers

I didn't introspect

Handing her my remaining cash, I left

For ten minutes had slipped by

And the march had already started.

©LR

Is it me

The looming clouds.

The caressing breeze.

And the sinful feelings.

Is it a confluence in the making.

The tangled tresses

The plastered layer

Did anyone just touch me.

The pearls on my navel

And the jelly that trickles between my thighs.

Is it the weather

Or is it me.