Her luminous rays melt me into a contented ecstasy, and fill my vision with pulsating light as I whisper, "Not as vivacious as you, sunshine"
Beauty wrapped in the six yards of chiffon, draped over teasing gold, resting in the lingering incline, uttering mysteries through her cacophonous eyes, with the answer beyond the clad, my breath is taken away in response to the marvel of such a canvas
I have seen eyes that paint a picture in my mind, held me captive, led me blind and they have no clue the spell they hold as seconds unfold - it’s as if thoughts could explode in a theme of desire
The forehead's red bindi, splashing colour in my mind, energizing the Lord Krishna in me to play the flute of passions resonating with her silent whispers
Her coloured hair, hiding her ear-ringed softness, dangling with a desire to caress her delicate shoulders
The nape of her neck - concave, erotic, exotic, fragrant - whispers, quietly sings a sensual melody of flaming dreams
I’ll admit of predisposed feelings and palates swamping my mind - desires now expressed in two tones that contrast - doubt found in fabric’s clutch while the skin, kissed by light of summer’s flame, consents much more of her longings and fabric cooperate the silhouettes split between the two - challenging worship in the thoughts to the virtuous or the lascivious
The shapes below textile’s span echo panoramas - neckline hinting nothing more than potential held within, as the curves speak to desires now suppressed
Sensual beauty, as my fingers traced with exquisite poetic strokes of the keyboard, creating of her - a sonnet of longing, for me to read over and over
To live and breathe ecstasy…To feel its power of desire and excitement and fire!
......
My dear Erato, I would really like to say
you grow more comely in every way
and this poor poet would hate to lose
such a lovely and adorable Muse.
Through your eyes like deep pools of mystery
into the sweet labyrinth of your mind I see
and wander down those enigmatic ways
discovering the riches your mind displays.
......
I watched her with murderous eyes, as she rested her femininity against the wall, shaking her fancy delicately
An oasis of desire, amidst the deserts of Thar … like a cactus of fire draped in exquisite colours of pink, blue and off-white
Shy yet wild eyes, still learning the tricks of hiding the forbidden desires and a slender neckline like a river of red wine creating a physical blessing to my imagination
In a heightened state and at an obligatory remoteness, I am fixated on her, imagining an eventual collision of our entwining within
Conclusively my eyes meet hers, and in those moments, she felt delighted, acknowledged - confidently the sole seductress of my masculinity
How beautiful, full of desire - the untainted sensation of frenzy the desire, the craving to chase is a must
Let my mysterious ways seduce you dreams, as they desolate your sensuality with masculine dexterity
Feel my Columbus lips tell stories across your undiscovered landscapes and then ask me to tell them again
Hear my licks sing aromatic pleasures emitting heightened tickling notes only your oxters understand
Smell our desire in the steamy tousled chaos, lust’s evening cologne wrapping around bare skin
......
Early morning, meandering through my fantasies, I reached the land of dancing daffodils
As the mist of desires spun into the early tangerine sun, emerged a newly brilliant horizon
My presence watched her kaleidoscope, a symmetry of attires, each redesigned passionately to jolt my masculinity
Embraided by the gradient hues of coral pink, fiery red and oceanic blue, she seems a sym-phonic yet cacophonic orgy of desires
Bareback blue caressing her exposed shoulders devoid of the itchy straps waking up the eagles of desires
Deep pink, gently hiding behind her luscious smile, giving a glimpse of her apple bottom,
seemed like a tempting invitation to pin her against the mirror
Wild temptations, accidental rips, deliberate rips, swollen lips, gentle bites leading the
way to the softness of the waterbed
I had an overdose of creamy latte, while I felt her playing the flute, like a maestro, with every note resonating with the taste of her roasted desires
......
My dear Erato, I would really like to say
you grow more comely in every way
and this poor poet would hate to lose
such a lovely and adorable Muse.
Through your eyes like deep pools of mystery
into the sweet labyrinth of your mind I see
and wander down those enigmatic ways
discovering the riches your mind displays.
......
I watched her with murderous eyes, as she rested her femininity against the wall, shaking her fancy delicately
An oasis of desire, amidst the deserts of Thar … like a cactus of fire draped in exquisite colours of pink, blue and off-white
Shy yet wild eyes, still learning the tricks of hiding the forbidden desires and a slender neckline like a river of red wine creating a physical blessing to my imagination
In a heightened state and at an obligatory remoteness, I am fixated on her, imagining an eventual collision of our entwining within
Conclusively my eyes meet hers, and in those moments, she felt delighted, acknowledged - confidently the sole seductress of my masculinity
How beautiful, full of desire - the untainted sensation of frenzy the desire, the craving to chase is a must
Let my mysterious ways seduce you dreams, as they desolate your sensuality with masculine dexterity
Feel my Columbus lips tell stories across your undiscovered landscapes and then ask me to tell them again
Hear my licks sing aromatic pleasures emitting heightened tickling notes only your oxters understand
Smell our desire in the steamy tousled chaos, lust’s evening cologne wrapping around bare skin
......
Her luminous rays melt me into a contented ecstasy, and fill my vision with pulsating light as I whisper, "Not as vivacious as you, sunshine"
Beauty wrapped in the six yards of chiffon, draped over teasing gold, resting in the lingering incline, uttering mysteries through her cacophonous eyes, with the answer beyond the clad, my breath is taken away in response to the marvel of such a canvas
I have seen eyes that paint a picture in my mind, held me captive, led me blind and they have no clue the spell they hold as seconds unfold - it’s as if thoughts could explode in a theme of desire
The forehead's red bindi, splashing colour in my mind, energizing the Lord Krishna in me to play the flute of passions resonating with her silent whispers
Her coloured hair, hiding her ear-ringed softness, dangling with a desire to caress her delicate shoulders
The nape of her neck - concave, erotic, exotic, fragrant - whispers, quietly sings a sensual melody of flaming dreams
I’ll admit of predisposed feelings and palates swamping my mind - desires now expressed in two tones that contrast - doubt found in fabric’s clutch while the skin, kissed by light of summer’s flame, consents much more of her longings and fabric cooperate the silhouettes split between the two - challenging worship in the thoughts to the virtuous or the lascivious
The shapes below textile’s span echo panoramas - neckline hinting nothing more than potential held within, as the curves speak to desires now suppressed
Sensual beauty, as my fingers traced with exquisite poetic strokes of the keyboard, creating of her - a sonnet of longing, for me to read over and over
To live and breathe ecstasy…To feel its power of desire and excitement and fire!
......
Early morning, meandering through my fantasies, I reached the land of dancing daffodils
As the mist of desires spun into the early tangerine sun, emerged a newly brilliant horizon
My presence watched her kaleidoscope, a symmetry of attires, each redesigned passionately to jolt my masculinity
Embraided by the gradient hues of coral pink, fiery red and oceanic blue, she seems a sym-phonic yet cacophonic orgy of desires
Bareback blue caressing her exposed shoulders devoid of the itchy straps waking up the eagles of desires
Deep pink, gently hiding behind her luscious smile, giving a glimpse of her apple bottom,
seemed like a tempting invitation to pin her against the mirror
Wild temptations, accidental rips, deliberate rips, swollen lips, gentle bites leading the
way to the softness of the waterbed
I had an overdose of creamy latte, while I felt her playing the flute, like a maestro, with every note resonating with the taste of her roasted desires
......