Her perfume weaves a hint of tempest.

The blanket hibernating the illusive summers
lights a spark of desire.

He doesn’t open his eyes.

The smoldering fire
would bring him smell of cinders.

I ceased one desire but that gave birth to another.

-Zainab Attari

Beloved,
may my naked desire
rest in You
with delight.

Measure our nights
by the sighs of the moon.
Count the stars
till we run out of room.
Lie here beside me
'neath the comforting sky.
Make me a pillow
of your warming thighs.
Bring my roar to your lips
as my salt you sip.
Twice kissed silken cries
your wakened delight.
Measure our nights
by slumbering sighs.

r ~ 5/2/14

I imagine your lips at the curve of my neck
Where soft white skin stretches like satin,
Inviting you to bite my shoulder.
Oh, feel free, I would love to feel your teeth there,
Bite until I breathe in sharply, and shiver.
I may try to pull away, but don't let me go,
It is all an act, I want to be here,
Firmly held by you, I don't want to escape.
Bite a little harder, a warning, with the aim to subdue,
My struggles will subside, see? I like it,
Love it, everything you do to me sets me on fire.
Taste me, bite me there again,
Pleasure will outweigh delicious pain.

Her cunning eyes
he spied, slyly write
the usual evaluation note
any guy is familiar:
"His eyes are right there
where the difference lies
grazing my curves
as if it is all his;
on the edge he is, I am sure
his eyes are heavily laden
with lust".His eyes,
are they any less?
"She has decided
in an instance to extract
a big price, need to conceal well
emotions like an unfinished sculpture,
till the exact time to unveil"
he gets his report, immediately acts,
her face falls with a thud.