It all start in the eyes
that sees the alluring beauty
which lit the innate sensuality
of the ecstatic urge of humane senses
that blazes the desire for sensuous fantasy
enticing a close encounter of physical touch.

Lust is the ****** element of ***
undeniably a tempestuous interaction
of lovers who engage in the exploration
of the human inter-physical and emotional
expressions of the ultimate sense of sexuality
for without making love, essence of life is void.

My heart beats for romance
seeks your beauteous countenance
every moment it reminisces the memories
when you and I savor the nectar of happiness

Love is most valuable belonging
that this heart has ever felt longing
you make it alive to taste the ecstasy
which you made real and not fantasy

Life maybe short but meaningful
when this heart has found you truthful
the romance we enjoy now will be a song
marks a melody of reality of my heart's dream

Technology has brought about wonders,
Accumulated much wealth for the founders.
People have now access to many facts,
Delve even into the secrets of life's acts.

I for one an addict to cellular phones,
Sent text messages with alluring tones.
One eve I received one quite mysterious,
A hottie who made a revelation so serious.

She discovered her husband had a fling,
An infant was born to this paramour name Ling.
That drove my text mate became really mad,
Decided to avenge her pain by acting bad.

She asked we met in a private place,
Away from the world to hide her face.
An act she wanted to prove herself true,
To test her sexuality if it had gone overdue?

This ***** still shines at thirty,
I felt a surge of a sudden thirsty.
As I swam to caress her ******,
She answered with loose sanity.

When I initiated the sixty nine,
She reacted seem lost in time.
Admitted she never done it before,
And so she had asked me for more!

Composing a poetry
quite a complex tapestry
its a product of creativity
extracted from ingenuity

May not know to begin
to inscribe a poetic theme
that expresses sentiments
of candid emotional intents

A waver skillfully start
creates authentic work of art
through an innate exhibition  
of a zealous heart's expression

The beauty in poetry
is not seen by everybody
but felt by those in search
of a consolation that soothes

Waving is like writing
when a piece of poetry
is instinctively woven right
that interpolates human life

Indeed, waving a poetry
is a masterful endeavor
that is quite not perfect
but expresses freedom

Poetry is an infinite expressions
of  human thoughts and emotions
excited by the external environment
synthesized through an internal intent.

Poetry is a gateway of freedom
an elixir inducing release of boredom
compels intuition of instinctive expressions
of various human experiences  and impressions.

Poetry is an art of a wordsmith
literal composite of words and wit
language of the soul by human intellect
subject to criticism as it is perfectly imperfect.

A bard always inscribes...

A verse or two of innate sentiments,
that convey substantive expressions.

Like an ode that tells a story of love,
or a melancholic sonnet about solitude.

Quite an elegy of suspense depicting courage,
better yet a limerick of an adventurous quest.

And best couplet enthusing excitements
of an epic account of human endeavors
narrate explicit poetic phrases.

My wish on this day
as I reflect on my personality
revive my innate enthusiasm
view this life as the best realism
indulge in freedom of expressions
nurture my poetry with candid lessons.

My poetic inclination would be...

Be my poems reach to people  
read to explore emotional riddle
an intimate key to the human soul
that opens the significant stature
of the human values and nature.