She smelled
camphor and wonder,
my wet hands caressed
the fruits i wished to plunder,
mind transcended
to clouds and whispers,
falling incessently like a pleasant rain
drenching us , till we can ask for no more.
Her lips were
soft waves sent by
the sea of tranquil night
that nibbled the shores,
little by little.
Her lips on my lips created
a myth, of a land of happiness
which before my eyes became real,
i found my inner pains have
completely vanished,
we were consumed by a pleasure,
that was full of nocturnal vigour.
What would you do
when, ***** are on fire?
we were in hunger,
she said, we would build a slow fire,
and make our pulsating veins dance
around it, till every hunger is fully satiated.
I found this dance so tantalizing,
she was in fits of pleasure, surging
from the deep centre
that kept on erupting.
It seemed our bed had swift moving wings,
she swung up above me
a bird ******* honey from a flower
hovering over it, on her wings,
her alacratic moves
made her look like an acrobat
perched on top,
the journey was across time and
we lost all awareness of place,
she moaned her mantras,
pleasure seeker's chants,
to attain the higher reaches of the peak,
faintly visible.
We came swimming though
the turgid waters,with an urgency
rarely known.
The hands of raising sun
was feeling our bed,
i looked up to see what happens
the night has stealthily left,
early morning light mischevious
peep through the window
to see us lying
in each other's hands
Then again,
we saw the sun a perfect red ball
falling down, to drench us in purple rain
we ran after it , amorous spirit
still glowing inside,
and at that moment we heard
melodies within our bodies.
