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K Balachandran Mar 2016
She cooks her dishes with such panache and zest,
as if both are  two new  dishes for me to taste,
her dainty waist, arrested my eyes,
then the mind ******, thunder thighs,
all I want is to stick to her all over like curry paste.
wicked mind never would let one rest..to fight or surrender?
Ignatius Hosiana May 2015
Arms that rested on her wide hips
I miss her 'grape-ulent'  lips
How onto me she tightly clung
While my harmonic mp3s sung
The walk by nature's green
Moments we dared to dream
She sung alongside Dido
Oh gosh, the "Darling" title
How occupied she kept us
Cut my wings,back down to earth
For all that's happened was worth
I miss placing my arms on her ***
And towing her close to my body
I miss her soft grip on my "daddy "
The look in her eyes when in control
I miss ******* her glorous beach umbrellas
How she ardently put off the lights
I miss the many long and busy nights
Freezing and so I miss her furry furnace
I miss the soft moans of pleasure
She was an undisputed treasure
I long to drink again from her chalice
I miss the tear filled hazels of lust
Thighs like tectonic plates in Earth's crust
I miss being trapped by those stalactites
Her harmless but arousing  love bites
I miss having her thrilling ride
My body would yield and abide
Her little laugh when things got real hot
My rock hard cable in her USB port
I miss the warm cool of her wetness
The milking machine greatness
I miss how whispers talked
Till late after we'd ******
I miss diving alength
I miss losing strength
K Balachandran Feb 2015
The most elegantly turned out beast
                                   that in two legs roams in my part of urban forest,
with such impeccable taste and a heart
                                  brimming with prurient thoughts, transmitted
with the beat of brows, two bows,cannot be any other;
                                   I am in a poetic elation, at this moment of
thunder strike in my center of amour, as I watch your
                                  rambunctious locomotion, intently from behind.
I imagine futures
with you

You
in my mouth
under
my tongue
(behind my teeth)
dancing
across fingertips
taste on lips
You
taste (my lips)
like Saturday night
turned to
Sunday morning

quivering t o g e t h e r
fingers pressed
(into) shoulder blades
thighs pressed
holding t i g h t l y
mouths sharing
life
lungs sharing
breath

You
occupy places
behind my eyes
reside on
in and under
my skin
(and when)
You
whisper
"Good Night"
I roll
my tongue
across
my teeth
thinking of morning(s)
Amitav Radiance Jul 2014
Amorous play
Heightened senses
Lover’s in rhythm
Thrilling chase
Entwined heart
Awakened passions
Fervent tango
Delicate moves
Love’s Aroma
Exhilarating feelings
Lover’s at play

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