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-4mL

Part IV (continued):

Oh shame,
caught in the act!
She opened her eyes full and
from the unfathomable depth

Of her eyes,
She gazed straight into my heart;
She smiled.
Those lips,
Now full and plump with desire,

Parted;
Set of pearl necklace opened and
tip of her tongue gently kissed
her upper lip;
Supporting herself on her elbows,
She raised herself from the meadows and
whispered softly,
My love,
What you see,
Are you satisfied?
Have you ever heard a goddess speak?
Speechless was I.
[30]

[December 7, 2020]

As I sat there mesmerized,
Her eyes twinkling,
As if bemused,
She took her feet away from my lap,
Sat upright and crossed her legs,
Took my hands gently on hers,
Looked me in the eyes
and softly asked again,
My love,
satisfied are you

with what you view?
In amazement
I could only nod my head,

My heart about to burst
out of my chest,
It must have been beating

so fast and loud,
Anyone could have heard it

from miles around;
Oblivious to my racing heart,

She took my hand and
put them in her chest,
And whispered,
Feel,
How my heart beats for you;
I swooned.
[31]

[December 8, 2020]

© Pranabendra Sarma, 2021

Connect with me in twitter @pranabsarma2020

I am on a long road trip at present. Drove nearly 4500 miles from San Jose, California to Albany, New York visiting national parks, monument s and the five great lakes in eighteen days.

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-4mH

Part IV:

Have you ever seen the goddess of love
Opening the gates of her temple wide,
And lying there in all her divine beauty,

To be worshipped?
Nature had sculpted her with all its skill,

What heavens had bestowed,
Nothing earthly could surpass,
And there she was,

The meadows blessed with her touch,
Languidly lying,

Doe eyed beauty’s eyes half closed,
As if in a trance,

Breathing soft and steady,
A half smile spreading across her lips

from time to time,
Setting sun rays, catching her radiating desire
calmed by happiness,
Painted her nubile body a golden hue,
And I just sat there,
Absolutely mesmerized
.[28]

The meadows were silent
except for the music of her breath,
An engine loud

was going full blast in my chest,
No coolant in the world was

good enough to cool me down,
With every breath that she took,
Her chest did move,
With her every rise and fall,
Rushed through my body

the inferno of hell,
Quite oblivious to my state,
She gently opened and closed her legs,
And I lost the keys to my mental resolve;
As the doors to heaven
gently opened and closed,
To calm myself,
I clasped her slender feet tight on my lap,
And Venus opened her eyes
.[29]

[December 7, 2020]

© Pranabendra Sarma, 2021

Connect with me in twitter @pranabsarma2020

I am on a long road trip at present. Drove nearly 3500 miles from San Jose, California to Munising, Michigan via three national parks and a national monument in twelve days. Hopefully in next few days see the five great lakes.

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-4mx

Part III (continued):

I took her feet in my hands,
Raising them a little,
Kissed the arches of her feet,
And magic happened;

A long swell ran up her legs,
Her twin hills of desire convulsed,
Her spine arched,
Shoulders tensed,

She raised her head,
Pushed my arms away
and turned;
The heavens must have thundered
and opened up,
Descended Venus on earth,
Opening her temple door
To her divine beauty,
Bestowing on her devotee
The darshana to die for;
Sitting on her feet,
I remained transfixed.
[27]
[December 6, 2020]

© Pranabendra Sarma, 2021

Connect with me in twitter @pranabsarma2020

” darshana ” – view / audience

I am on a long road trip at present. Drove twelve hundred and forty miles from San Jose, California to West Glacier, Montana. After visiting Glacier National Park for next two days, will drive east.

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-4ms

Part III (continued):

She turned her head and
slowly opened her eyes,
From the depth of those
beautiful eyes,
She bored into my soul,
Quizzing and probing
without a word,
Reassured, she turned her head away
and uncrossed her legs,
Spreading them a little
to free my hands;
As I gazed away
To the tapering
long swell of her thighs,
Sloping down from
the rise of her hips,
To the slight dip
of the back of her knees and
rising ever so slowly

over her calves,
Down a beautiful pair of
slender legs,
Daintiest pair of ankles
they met,
One on the right
adorned by a
thin gold anklet;
My gaze shifting to her feet,
I slowly moved my fingers

down her legs and imperceptibly
she curled her toes
.[24]
[December 4, 2020]

The rosy heels
of her slender feet,
Curved to meet
a pair of soft soles with
skins as smooth as egg shells,
Her slender feet ending on
toes long and
in a beautiful arch,
From the big toe
to the pinky,
Nails painted in
dark red gloss,
Sweet aroma from the
lush meadows she trod,
Still lingered on her feet,
Her toes danced in a rhythm,
As if priming my fingers to

play music on,
And I did
.[25]

Fetish though I had none
for a damsel’s feet,
It would be a lie if I said
I was not attracted,
It would be indeed;
The arches of her feet
were inviting to be tickled,
But I hesitated
fearing how she might feel;
From the tip of her big toe
to her heel,
Gently I moved my fingers and
her calves tensed and moved;
As she crossed her feet
at her ankles and uncrossed,

The anklet caught the sunlight
and danced.
[26]

[December 6, 2020]

© Pranabendra Sarma, 2021

Connect with me in twitter @pranabsarma2020

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