Sit Straight Doll

I'll write you a poem doll,

Sit straight.

When I compare your nose

To the beak of a parrot

And those lips to the juicy

Slices of orange, don't laugh.

That's how poems were

Written back then.

I'll compare your neck to

The lake I once visited

In the Himalayas and those 

Slender hands to the soft embrace 

Of clouds that shower grace.

Eyes can't be left out right?

They of course are oceans

As the cliches go. But do I

Wanna drown and die there? 

You decide, if you wanna

Kill me or just intoxicate.

The cheeks are cotton candy,

Feet invoke a fetish that

Gets to my head.

The boobies and butts are

Why I write poems and 

The way you smile when

I say that, let's finish this off 

And have a quick one.

And from your forehead

Our romance starts,

Hiking through the mountains,

And valleys, it's hard labor.

With a sigh of relief at your

Belly button before entering

The cave that's portrayed

In our movies as Snake and 

Eagle.

Ohh, sorry for the digression.

I forgot about the poem.

Sit straight again now, doll.

Should I begin from where 

I left or you want this all over 

Again?

Heels

The pink sandals
With heels-

Every time I run down
The stairs.
There's something about
The pair.

The beauty, the curiosity,
The sheer deception
As they neatly sit there
Catching my eyes..

After weeks of 

This encounter-

A fantasy got around
The sight of them.
The imagery took shape
Of a fetishized face.

Then the fancy met,
The reality when,
My landlord's girl,
Opened the gate.

Ahh! The disappointment.

Never meet your idols
They say. The reality of a
Fantasy is often a
Disgrace.

Intellectual Orgasam

As you unveil the face of

Another poem to me.

The warmth of opening lines, 

Hit me where they have to.

Your well-thought words

And metaphors, falling

In sync with my already,

Fired up dopamine.

As I'm through the

Third paragraph,

A sensuous little prick,

In my poetic mind and 

Frankly in all good intentions,

It's a little turn-on.

The symbolism, 

Evoking the memory of

Your beguiling smile.

The penta-tones,

Picturing your stout 

Bust and bosom..

While fondling with 

The softness of the philosophy,

The way it gets to the end.

It boggles me-

It boggles me but pardon

My language when I say-

How I want to fuck you,

From the back,

In that last paragraph.

Withering Fantasies

My focus goes 

On the eyes first.

Sharp nose next. 

Chubby cheeks, 

Juicy lips,

Waist that brings 

Out the bust. 

Breasts square root 

Of her butts. 

Unbuttoning, 

Her elegance in

A red dress, to

Eat away the

Desire hidden 

In her chest. 

She has been

Far away from

So long. Ahh! 

Disappointment 

Gets me each time

In the guts. 

Cacophony of

This rush. 

How to contain 

Four inches of 

This lust? 

Simply jerking 

Myself off, to

These withering

Fantasies isn't 

Just.

I lust you

Love is a close

Relative of lust.

That judges it,

For wearing a 

Revealing dress.

While it wanders

Naked in disguise,

In the minds that 

Preach pretense.

What's wrong

In the intimacy

That grows by 

Fire of skins,

Friction of hips..

And the stroke of

Calling that's evoked

By the wake of 

Genitals? 

Purest of longing,

Should it linger

Only in heart?

Is that such an

Obvious stereotype?

Against the drapes 

That limit the

Depths of desire.

This is a poem is

A nudist's satire.

Guilty Pleasure

The wars my

Thoughts wage.

The revolts these

Emotions stage.

Why is this

Mental carnage

So imminent.

Is there no end to

This bloodshed?

This body is a

Cauldron of craving.

Mind, full of 

Thrust moralities.

Between the

Desires that poke

And the restraints

I exercise..

Everything collides

With one another..

Inevitably a conflict 

Is bound to arise..

So I hold my dagger 

Full of desire,

In a fistful of my

Hand..

And my guilt 

Awaits outside

The bathroom..

To slay me for

Failing another

Time.

All of you

No I don't want a 

Part of you.

Not the face,

Cheeks, hands or

Just thighs.

I want you in your 

Entirety.

All the shades from

Red to gray.

Sweet to cold.

Colourful to bland.

The smiling, sad,

Loving and horny.

Lift you at red lights

Kind of love. 

Miss you in bathroom

Kind of love.

Forehead kiss and

Unconditional kind

Of love to

Tounge grazing

All over you..

Savoury of your moan

Kind of love.

Crying when you're

Sad kind of love.

And loving you when

High kind of love.

Head on my shoulder 

Kind of love.

Steady caress kind

Of love.

Reason for your laugh

And wiping clean

Your sins kind of

Love.

Cuddles and hugs

And lots of hickies.

Finger up your clit,

Taste your sweat

Kind of love.

Either it's all or

None of it.

Sunsets, starlight

And muse of the

Moon, against

Blank stare at

My wall..

All against one,

One against all

Kind of love. 

Kink

Bit by bit,

Ain't no shit,

He did have

Me, 

With his

Sense of wit.

Was it my 

Face that's lit?

Or my 

Protruding tit? 

May sound 

Weird, but

I liked his way,

Every bit of it. 

Lips are craving

My desires are

Adrift.

Head is on

Fire,

Wet is my clit.

I want his chin,

Deep in my bin.

Win me over

And conquer

My will.

Days full of

Restaurant bills.

Nights soaked

In drips of 

Routine drills.

I want him by

His neck to

To burn what

Rests in his wick.

Don't judge me

Just yet,

I haven't told

Everything.

This is just a

Brick in the 

Construct of

Of my kink. 

But I'll easy.

Let the things

Unfold slowly.

Till then,

Let the room

Remain lit dimly.

Astral

I like the way

Your lips lie

About what

Your hips might

Want.

A tight slap.

Maybe a

Rough squeeze.

Then there's that

Glint your eyes

That wants more

Than just that. 

A jerking pull,

A forced kiss.

A batista bomb..

Or breaking bed

Mishap? 

The way you 

Fool me with

Your eyes..and

Taunt me with

Your poking nose,

Makes me force

My desires.

Let's not waste 

This night darling.

Let's unleash

Our madness

And bask in

Carnal wildness.

Souls are tough

To touch they say.

Let's dive deep

To find out if

Bodies are portals

To an astral life.

Proper Romance

Let's kiss till

Our lips bleed.

Fuck till hearts

Gleam.

Rub off this

Distance..

Between friction

Our skin.

Let's hold on

To one another

Till we're lost

In a dream. 

Love is but a

Leap from

Somber to 

Sleep.

Lust is our 

Recline,

To polish our

Needs. 

Smile is for

Meek, we'll

Laugh till we've

Teeth. 

Wild is our 

Thing but 

This is not a

Random fling.

Beyond the 

Ideals of true love

And confines of

Bare lust..

This is a 

Proper romance. 

A bollywood

Masala. 

Naughty Game

Night is up.

Guards are down.

For the game

We're gonna play,

These robes

Are a shame.

My lines are

Yearning to be

Rhymed.

Your curves must

Be longing for

Some chimes.

Let me pull

Your hair,

Slightly,

Pat your rare.

Shift my gear to

Squeeze your

Rounded pair.

Holding back,

Is a mistake

So grave.

Your urges are

Mine to to care.

Sometimes up,

Sometimes down.

Let the battle of

Breaths sway.

We're gonna

Ride today, till

We can hardly bear.

No Nut

November ends 

Tomorrow.

And I haven't

Written a thing.

Such a losing

Streak.

Or is it my

Way of

No nut 

November?

Either way.

Not having an

Orgasm is

Frustrating. 

Romance

As the wintry night 

Sets in and the 

Cold seeps in,

To Invade our warmth.

We'll get naked and 

Wear each other,

My love.

Under the refuge

Of love and

Longing of lust.

Let's explore

The universe that

Glows between the

Friction of our skin.

Rhythmic Lust

Wrap me in 

Your legs,

Clasp me in 

Your thighs.

Layer by layer 

Conquer me and

Cut me loose 

In your wildness.

Overpower me

With your

Rhythmic lust.

And make me feel-

Insignificant. 

Tonight

Turn off the lights.

Let's duel with 

Our breaths tonight.

I wanna break all

Boundaries and

Let my vulnerability,

Choke between your

Thighs tonight.

My tongue has 

Spoken enough and 

My fingers have 

Written enough.

Let me taste you.

The touch of your skin,

Let it cleanse my 

Soul tonight.

I want our lips to

Vent fire and

Incinerate all my

Insecurities.

In your curves and 

Crevices I want 

To be consumed

And be broke tonight.

Tonight my love,

I'm not afraid of

These wounds or

The glow of my scars.

However teary,

However bloody,

I'll just surrender.

I wanna be lost in,

Your bosom tonight.