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Dancing Bachata on a Summer Afternoon
by Jayesh Goyal

Knocking on the digital door, thinking of her bindi and the nose ring embellishing her smile
But when it swung open, I just stood mesmerized for a while
A goddess stood before me; her sensuality accentuated by six yards of pure grace and elegance
Painted in sensual shades of desires, I was attracted to her cacophonous eyes
My paintbrush stroked her landscape, until she transformed to my masterpiece
Comets wandered by to a choreographed chant, as tenderly I unwrapped her femininity
I said I would cook for her - she said she is not that easy
My eyes ate through her across the table, as I poured wine, we never drank
Was that fire in her eyes? - A desire left untold
Lust was an all-consuming fire, flavour of our kisses fueled our animalistic needs

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Her Six Yards of Sensuality
by Jayesh Goyal

Her sweet innocent looks, put me in a state of reverie - draped in a sari, she looked spectacular and gorgeous
The six yards of grace, sophistication untouched, redefined the word 'femininity - it covered her beauty with all its layers, yet oozes the oomph and call for glares
With nimbus clouds of fantasies as pen, the universe as canvas – I attempt to describe the girl in the sari
Her eyes, brighter than the blinding flares of the midsummer sun - filled with sensation and curiosity, longing for the unknown, desperate for illumination
Eyes so wide, so deep, filled with delicate roses - elegant as the flowing dress of the goddess Aphrodite, filled with passion, with fantasies, with desire.
Oh, rose addicted lips, cruel and beautiful, whisper her desires and deliberate - what does she deride more, the ache or the release?
Exposed nape of her neck - indented & erotic - it whispers, quietly sings a sensual song
Vapours from her oxters rose all around like musk-infested mist in fairyland tropical forests
She caught me and whispered to me - stop your navel gazing, there’s a world exploding out there
So icy hot is her music, as her symphony resonates, ooh la la ……

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Forbidden Afternoon Confessions
by Jayesh Goyal

She draped herself in the six yards of wild black with a pinch of maroon, my longings trembled as the passionate yellow touched her ivory shoulders
She carries the nectar in her smiles as her forehead's red bindi splashes colour in my mind
She dresses herself with wild orchids and perfumes me with her fragrant oxters
She swirls left and right to see her reflection in my eyes while my convex desires stroll through her perfection
Her mounds of pleasure snug in place as kisses danced across her bare shoulders – she whispers the ballad of fantasies and awaits their convergence
Sandals with ankle straps accentuating the beautiful length of elegance
The imagination danced just above her saree’s hem, magnificently it outlines her derriere, mischievously
Her dark eyes clouded with desire as my rough hands seek ways of pleasuring her needs
Our wants, eager tearing of her yellow flames revealing excited femininity as her quivering lips frizzed with a hint of unknown as my hands moved roughly
She stood against the wall observing my lustful eyes delicately devour her every curve, tracing fingers beneath the six yards

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Divine Red Overdose
by Jayesh Goyal

The scent of desires and splashes of passion, a mix of effervescence with flames of fire, she glows like the silver rays of the moon
With wet lips as pen and her femininity as canvas, I seem helpless to describe the lady draped in a red saree
Adorned with delicate silver filigree earrings and the fine necklace swinging slowly, kissing her neck, arousing bubbles of jealousy in me
Eyes, beautiful as interstellar explosions, the left full of passionate wants and the other shy of my furtive gaze
Her stifling eyes speak of impetuous thoughts, combine as one, passions and lust
I hear my name unspoken in her warm untiring gaze - her mounds of pleasure inviting the baby in me to satiate his hunger
Her aromatic oxters were the wild storm in the forest of dreams, as she hypnotized me with her careless lips
Pressing kisses taste of our heaving needs, awakening wild passion within me
Her savage neckline took my breath away, the graceful claws pulled my sinful thoughts into her femininity - the delicious sparks tempting my startled masculinity
Like a teenaged butterfly she danced freely - gliding effortlessly beneath the sinful sheets like a mystical serpent

......

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Recent Saree Poems
Her Six Yards of Sensuality
by Jayesh Goyal

Her sweet innocent looks, put me in a state of reverie - draped in a sari, she looked spectacular and gorgeous
The six yards of grace, sophistication untouched, redefined the word 'femininity - it covered her beauty with all its layers, yet oozes the oomph and call for glares
With nimbus clouds of fantasies as pen, the universe as canvas – I attempt to describe the girl in the sari
Her eyes, brighter than the blinding flares of the midsummer sun - filled with sensation and curiosity, longing for the unknown, desperate for illumination
Eyes so wide, so deep, filled with delicate roses - elegant as the flowing dress of the goddess Aphrodite, filled with passion, with fantasies, with desire.
Oh, rose addicted lips, cruel and beautiful, whisper her desires and deliberate - what does she deride more, the ache or the release?
Exposed nape of her neck - indented & erotic - it whispers, quietly sings a sensual song
Vapours from her oxters rose all around like musk-infested mist in fairyland tropical forests
She caught me and whispered to me - stop your navel gazing, there’s a world exploding out there
So icy hot is her music, as her symphony resonates, ooh la la ……

......

Continue reading
Dancing Bachata on a Summer Afternoon
by Jayesh Goyal

Knocking on the digital door, thinking of her bindi and the nose ring embellishing her smile
But when it swung open, I just stood mesmerized for a while
A goddess stood before me; her sensuality accentuated by six yards of pure grace and elegance
Painted in sensual shades of desires, I was attracted to her cacophonous eyes
My paintbrush stroked her landscape, until she transformed to my masterpiece
Comets wandered by to a choreographed chant, as tenderly I unwrapped her femininity
I said I would cook for her - she said she is not that easy
My eyes ate through her across the table, as I poured wine, we never drank
Was that fire in her eyes? - A desire left untold
Lust was an all-consuming fire, flavour of our kisses fueled our animalistic needs

......

Continue reading
Forbidden Afternoon Confessions
by Jayesh Goyal

She draped herself in the six yards of wild black with a pinch of maroon, my longings trembled as the passionate yellow touched her ivory shoulders
She carries the nectar in her smiles as her forehead's red bindi splashes colour in my mind
She dresses herself with wild orchids and perfumes me with her fragrant oxters
She swirls left and right to see her reflection in my eyes while my convex desires stroll through her perfection
Her mounds of pleasure snug in place as kisses danced across her bare shoulders – she whispers the ballad of fantasies and awaits their convergence
Sandals with ankle straps accentuating the beautiful length of elegance
The imagination danced just above her saree’s hem, magnificently it outlines her derriere, mischievously
Her dark eyes clouded with desire as my rough hands seek ways of pleasuring her needs
Our wants, eager tearing of her yellow flames revealing excited femininity as her quivering lips frizzed with a hint of unknown as my hands moved roughly
She stood against the wall observing my lustful eyes delicately devour her every curve, tracing fingers beneath the six yards

......

Continue reading
Divine Red Overdose
by Jayesh Goyal

The scent of desires and splashes of passion, a mix of effervescence with flames of fire, she glows like the silver rays of the moon
With wet lips as pen and her femininity as canvas, I seem helpless to describe the lady draped in a red saree
Adorned with delicate silver filigree earrings and the fine necklace swinging slowly, kissing her neck, arousing bubbles of jealousy in me
Eyes, beautiful as interstellar explosions, the left full of passionate wants and the other shy of my furtive gaze
Her stifling eyes speak of impetuous thoughts, combine as one, passions and lust
I hear my name unspoken in her warm untiring gaze - her mounds of pleasure inviting the baby in me to satiate his hunger
Her aromatic oxters were the wild storm in the forest of dreams, as she hypnotized me with her careless lips
Pressing kisses taste of our heaving needs, awakening wild passion within me
Her savage neckline took my breath away, the graceful claws pulled my sinful thoughts into her femininity - the delicious sparks tempting my startled masculinity
Like a teenaged butterfly she danced freely - gliding effortlessly beneath the sinful sheets like a mystical serpent

......

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