From Vault of Memories Past – (Continued)

[I wrote this poem over a span of one month. As the poem is long , I shall post it in parts every Friday. It’s a poem about love but some may find the content semi-erotic. Lest their finer senses be disturbed, be aware and proceed at your own risk.]

Memories from a day in life many decades ago comes flooding back when the love of his life suddenly appears after a prolonged absence.

Link to the previous part :

Part III

Part III (continued):

My hands moved gently,
Tracing the curves of her hips,
Over the seductive rise and

fall to her thighs,
Her smooth skins broke
out in goosebumps,

The hips quaked slightly,
Small tremors danced across

in a slow waltz,
Rising and falling,
Dancing to their own rhythm,

Like waves cresting and
In a trough crashing on the sea shore,
They moved in unison to my delight;

And just where the hips sloped away,
To meet a gorgeous pair of thighs,

The narrow, thin gorge turned,
And lost itself in mysterious unknown;

Patience, my heart,
I cautioned.

Deftly did my fingers dance,
From her slender waist

Up the rise and down her hips,
Over skin smooth as satin,

Her delicate muscles
Danced sublime,
To the magic of my feather touch;

Oh, how did I restrain myself,
And carefully tasted every morsel,

Visual bonanza that was offered
By my lovely damsel;

As I walked with my fingers
Down the gentle slopes,
I could sense a stiffening of

Her delicate muscles;
Expecting? a heightened desire? hesitation?
I was not sure;
Ever so slowly she moved

and crossed her legs,
And my fingers were imprisoned

in the soft nothingness of her
inner thighs;
I was mortified.

[December 4, 2020]

© Pranabendra Sarma, 2021

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Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

15 thoughts on “From Vault of Memories Past – (Continued)”

    1. Hey, I gave a warning note before the poem😂.
      Why mortified? I wrote that part in early December, 2020. As I was reading the poem before posting now, I also thought why n
      mortified? Then I thought an adolescent boy from a strict conservative family with zero experience most probably would have been shocked and dazed. No? I don’t know. Not written from experience, only imagination.


      1. Posted From Vault of Memories Past today. It’s only one stanza today. On a long road trip starting Wednesday. Hope I can keep up with the schedule after a day long drive.


  1. I don’t think I’m getting the right vibes from this. It reads in a very voyeuristic way. I know you don’t mean it that way, but this is another section devoted entirely to a boy of whom we know nothing, describing a naked girl in intimate detail, running his hands over her while she lies prone and passive. Is he fully dressed? Naked? What is he thinking except about the visuals? I persist in thinking you should be more imagist in this and less literal. Also do something, have her do something, speak, rather than just submitting herself to whatever he fancies doing. For a conservative boy he’s not doing so badly, but how and why? With whom? More emotional details please. And a bit of conversation?

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