In white
he was dressed
but all my senses screamed red,
dipped in scorching passion
as he came and stood before me
there and then, his plush lips made an O
as he uttered efficiently the word, hello
Oh! holy hell,
my feet went feeble and
my mind somersaulted,
Sudden hormonal rush
made me blush as if
I were a crazy, stupid teenager.
Oh! Please get a grip
my inner goddess pursed her lips.
His tongue rolled, the velvety sound
like a love song dipped in butter
oozed from his deliciously moist mouth,
it made no sense,
but left me soaked in sensation.
Sensuous sound of his voice
was like a melody of monsoon
on a vivaldian violin.
How I wished we were alone,
not amidst the **** crowd,
How I desired your hands
to discover my contour,
contour that craved for you.
Intense inclination induced by
what? love or infatuation?
I simply don't care, now
all I want is to have you right here.

Yearning for sunlight
In this warm summer daydream
My stem reaches out

From the moist earth around me
Into the sunshine
I reach out for the heavens
Just learning to sprout

In the breath of the morning
Down by the river
With the crisp air around me
I  bask in the glow

In the still of the daylight
Warmed by its bright rays
Mesmerized by the dewdrops
I can now cast my shadow

you were in everything
my thoughts
my daydreams
my stories
my poems
and now
i don't even have
a place for you
at all

quiet thunder, a roaring breeze…
bright darkness, a shadow of light

a shot of wine, a sip of coffee…
a quick kiss, a long wink

never ending legs and stubby stilettos, piercing light eyes tamed by a smoky halo...
clumsily impeccable hair, that familiar perfume in the air

the eyes hear,  what wasn't meant for the ear...
the obvious, oblivious and the unspoken understood

a shoulder to smile on, cradle the bizarre…
bathroom mirrors are the place for tears

easy come, a comfy go, strings attached…
filing voids, where there were none

tentacles are wings, jellyfishes float in the sky…
birds fly underwater, singing ballads to whales…

random words, does not a poem make
i've no clue why I write this... maybe just a weird take.

she used to smoke imaginary cigarettes
in an imaginary cafe
his imaginary arms
she was folding in imaginary
and feel really

What is this m feared of,
Which can't be seen and touch.
Sometimes I feel it in my thoughts,
Dressed in daydreams ,dark and deep.
Drowning me in
& Stealing my moments and breath away.