Wednesday, February 21, 2024

Dance

O thou beautiful woman,
your charmingly feminine undulations
make me feel
the pulsation of life in my being.
Yes, undulations are a lovely part of
the feminine polarity,
It keeps that vibration
that soft rhythm
that lovely push
which defines life and living,
If not for this,
everything will be just passive
like a stone.
Your ripples across the
froze clods in my heart
bring it back to
even more sensitivities of life.
Thanks for being present in my being,
Feel my presence in you,
For a shared dance--
a dance the way you want it. 
 

An innocent desire

Yours is a lovely soft heart,
Just looking for affection
and a caring touch.
That's the least
a heart can desire,
I respect its innocent need
and try my best to
touch your life
as best as it's possible for me,
Of course, mine seeks the same
and you do the same for me.
 

A touch of desire and mischief

My heart's sandy beach
always awaits thy tidal reach
to bring it back to life;

to feel thy pleasant strife,
The lifeless grains of sand
dance with joy as you land
upon my beached self,
You, caress, shove, swipe
and cuddling full and ripe,
You rearrange the boring design,
You carry the experience 
of the seas far away
with its countless wavy sway
and jostle, heave your breast
lifefully on my chest,
Seeks your fickle self some rest,
A sea of possibilities your your breast,
You bring a noise 
that sees through the sandy silence,
You kiss the grains of my being
with your salty, effervescent lips,
You sway
and make hay,
massaging me with your fluidity
and stormy charms,
Then you slip out of my pining arms,
heartlessly recede and go away
far into the depths of the sea,
And I look alone and forlorn,
waiting for your return
to bring me again back to life.
 

Saturday, February 10, 2024

The Night

 


Lipstick on Her dark face,
arriving like a sweet seductress
to embrace us all for rest, repose and sleep,
For many promises to keep,
Welcome o thou lovely Night!
Help me in my very own fight!

Tuesday, January 16, 2024

Love Sutra

The shape of my love 
is like water. 
It will fill up 
any vessel you hold...

The shape of my love

My love is like water,
It'll change, adapt, reshape
and lovingly drape
around thy teasing feminine shifts
and sometimes testing drifts
and still more enchanting, innocent trips
of your lovely, deep heart,
Filling it with light would be an art.

My love is like a river
and won't shiver
on coming across
the stones of your pain
scattered on your path,
It'll gently curve around
and caress, hug and surround
with its embracing fluidity.

It's dancing and in flow,
Carrying its joyous glow,
It knows one's heart is not a fixed cast,
Rather it's a panorama vast,
Where highs and lows give blast,
The heart is reshaping and reborn ever,
But my love pure though is yet clever
to go into the chambers where you need
a nourishing emotional feed.

It doesn't expect a smooth ride,
It feels your heaving tide, 
But it'd enjoy a walk by your side,
It would be lovely to flop,
rise and drop
along crests and troughs of your waves,
This up and down it craves.

It'll flow like air
across your hair,
It'll be always eager to touch 
with excitement much
all the colors and layers of your being.

It's enough and full
and always there with its pull,
It wants you to rise,
be free and touch all highs.

Why is it so happy to be such?
Ecstatic and joyous much,
Because now it can dance
as if in a holy trance,
It can see itself through you,
A glinting fresh drop of dew
on your petalous smile.    


Saturday, January 13, 2024

Cosmic dance... fluidity

Here, the last remains of the day; 
There, a new day's first ray.
 It's never about beginning or end.
Just a handover, 
a mere transition, 
a process, 
a continuity.