Naked Body

I dream of your naked body,shimmering in mild moonlightI dream of your innocent breasts,lying tepid with mild feverbringeth by that loneliness,the same that wants me to touch you. In the sighs of the cold breezethat sizzles over your body.My mind can’t rest and think eitherbut restraint is a pleasure too,holding back my river,watching your naked

Hips & Bosoms

Hips and Bosoms,they come in comboslike fruits of joyin shapes and sizesto make the heart bob like a bobble. Some are good for hug,others like nature’s pillow,some sheer joy to watchbut all to be loved and cared,the woman’s spirit it hides. My babes has one to envy,feels her, it could be still betterif a little

Love Note #11 – Anticipation

I can’t stop,making love to you,in the intervals of my busy thought,at the coffee machine,at the elevator, while watchingthe world through the window,or walking aimlesslyin anticipation,wishing you were here. It is a bad ailment,worst in the matter of hearts.Like fire and ice –the longing is unbearable,squeezing my heart literally,but it keeps me going –that little

Love Note #10 – A Mind Riot

It’s a volcano burstingthrough my bodyboiling my mindto burst.You laugh that way,you talk that way,ripping my self restraintlike a worn cloth.Seriously, you are a Mind Riot. I promise to refrain seeing,resist the rising blood,only to relinquish meeklyin the end,like a a weak gazelle,to the lioness,my jugular pulsatingfor your kiss. Temptress burn my skinwith passion, undo

Keep Me Alive

I hope this message finds you in good health.I couldn’t resist writing asking you for your help.It’s been long and I have not heard from you.My days seem longer and nights are colder.I can’t touch and feel you, only our words can.Do care to message that you’re fineand your love for me is the same

Love Note #9

Consecrated in love,I lay my heart,my queen at your feet. Like the red of cherry.The shimmer of silver,The tinkle of the anklet. Like a tattoo hidden.The snow clad peakThe mistletoe in Christmas Like a star far away,The compass to your ship,The salt in your food. Consecrated in love,I lay my heart,my queen at your feet.

My Heart for your keeps

The sky that is hovering us is the sameso the ground beneath us.While the narrative is the same,a mere illusion is the distance. Snuggle in our dreams,on your bed, with the windowssmiling light on us at the break of dawn.Nothing between you and me. Travelling deep within you,like an innocent babywho doesn’t know the meaning,and

Goodnight!

Riding the chariots of dewsurfing the winds,they have reached from various lands,flowers of all colours,in fragrances milieu. The melody of seduction,soft and cunning,breaking the silence of night,the discourse of anklets,tiptoeing to the lovers call. The whistling windows,letting cold breeze,creeping under the covers,caressing the body,that needs a warm embrace. The unsleeping longings,the incessant rolling,leaving the nightgown

An Ode to the Belly Button

Every man in love with a womanis like a child,searching for a womb to go back.May be watching your belly button,feeling the waistthe soft touch will take me to a place,which is deeper than heaven.where mind is without thought,All is just feelings rushingthrough my living being,unifying in soundwith the one within you.Keep my head over

I am not that type (…but jealous sometimes)

I am not the type who willhold you back for my love.I have my own passions,that won’t ask for your sacrifice. I am not the type who willbe there on every wish.I have my obligations too,that won’t ask for your help each time. I am not the type who willsurrender to you.I have my choices,that