embrace – Fleeting Muse

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 :https://wp.me/p73yZZ-4md

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.[22]

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.[23]

[December 4, 2020]

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From Vault of Memories Past – (Continued)

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 :https://https://wp.me/p73yZZ-4m6

Part III

Tried as much as we wished
to hold on to the moment and
stay in that eternal embrace,
Our racing hearts had
lost all controls and
a wild warmth was spreading fast.
With a sigh
she let go of me and
hid her face in her palms,
She turned her face away,
Turned her back to me and
lay face down on the meadows.
A streak of ray through the leaves,
Lighted her back in an ethereal glow,
Cascading dark hairs down her spine,
To the bottom of the
sensuous rise of her hips,
Contrasting the silky smooth
skin on her back,
Glowing in the afternoon sun;
She lay there
as if in a trance,
barely moving.
Her bare back
a canvas for me to paint,
My fingers as a brush
I gingerly proceeded,
Parting her hair tenderly,
I touched the nape of her neck,
An audible gasp escaped her lips,
She shuddered and tensed,
then relaxed;
And she smiled.[20]

As my fingers played
music down her spine,
Gently touching and
probing down the center line,
She tensed and
relaxed in a rhythm,
I could feel her muscles
through her smooth skin,
dancing to my tune,
And slowly I moved down.
Her back narrowed
from her shoulder to her waist,
And then spread wide
to encompass the voluptuous rise,
I sauntered at the slight dip
where her spine met
the narrow, deep gorge
parting her hips;
Fearful of where that
dark deep gorge lead,
I ventured no more.
As she hesitated
and hold her breath
and lay motionless,
I gazed away
from the temptation.[21]

[December 4, 2020]

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Exit

I know not

the grand entrance,

but when I leave

I know how it will be,

not even a faint ripple

on the space time fabric.

in-between ,

a performance subdued.

was it destiny,

or by intelligent design?

I played my part

the way I liked.

does it matter

if I failed or succeeded,

if for even a moment

I did bring a smile

to someone in need,

all the failures,

all the pains,

shall proudly embrace, as

from dust to dust

I return.

Moments

I made peace with the moment.

What lies ahead, unknown.

What’s left behind, memories

I cannot change.

What matters now

Is this moment, precious,

I make no efforts to hold on.

Unknown to me I became an observer.

As this moment will pass,

I shall embrace

The one that comes.

Why worry

What it holds,

The mystery shall be revealed

In due time.

Wings to my love

Gave wings to my love,
Flew out to blue yonder
Spreading wings,
Shared love all around
Happy to be free.

Earthbound,
Caged my pain,
Waiting,
Smile on my face,
Bleeding heart, patient.

When tired wings
Seek a resting place,
Warm embrace waits,
Key to the cage
Lost long ago.

If Death be a Lover

If death be a lover
And grants only one wish
Will make death promise
To embrace and take me whole
Not break me up
Piece by piece

Tyranny of Time

I do not wear a watch anymore
No band to adorn my wrist
Tentacles, suffocating, broken
Now I have time for everything
I stop to listen
Not rush to talk
Schedule slipped is fine
Will be rescheduled
Whenever I have time
Appointments missed
Will make new one
Final appointment
Schedule unknown
Looking at the watch
Of no help
Every step nearer to the grave
I feel more liberated
Eternity is a myth
Death, a friend
To be embraced
I am free of
Tyranny of time

Flirtatious Rain Clouds

Celestial nymph
Seduces to deceive
Rain clouds dance
Beguiling, dark
Caressing gently
Thirsty suitor
Enchanted, eager
Perched throat
Ready to be soothed
Fleeting embrace leave
Desires unfulfilled
Master in the sky
Lifting ever so gently
Hem of the veil
Quietly admonishes
Seductress to bid her time
Suitor kept waiting
Winks flirtatious rain clouds
Till we meet again
Few drops of nectar
All that is there
Quench your thirst
And on a breeze
She vanishes
Thirsty earth
Looks up to the sky
Destitute, desolate

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Storm

Another school shooting, another debate. When will this stop? Congress have blood in their hands. Hiding behind the second amendment, debate will go on between the gun lobby and those clamoring for gun restriction while innocents will pay the price.

I wrote this poem a day after six religious fanatics shot dead hundred and forty nine people including hundred and thirty two students in a school in Peshawar, Pakistan on December 14, 2014. Originally posted this poem in my blog on December 20, 2015.

Storm

There was a storm here yesterday,
And I saw this tree
Bereft of all the beautiful colored foliages,
Strewn all around it on the ground.
One leaf was clinging to a branch
Quivering in the winds, trying to hang around.

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