[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-4m2
Part II(continued)
Curvaceous beauty she was not,
Not someone’s idea of right proportions,
A bud about to blossom into a fragrant flower,
Vibrant and mellow,
Neither thin like a reed blowing in the wind,
Nor amply endowed but plump where it mattered,
She had her flaws that filled my heart with joy;
If I would have been a sculptor,
I would have taken a chisel in my hand
and sculpted her on the finest stone;
Like Venus De Milo,
her sculpture would have stood there on the meadows,
Beauty personified, a gift from God;
Alas, sculptor I was not,
I failed to immortalize thee,
But my love,
I sculpted every detail that I can see,
Tenderly in my heart it would be;
As the poet once said,
“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever”,
There, in my heart,
you would remain till end of eternity,
And I would selfishly enjoy your memory.[17]
Oh, how I describe your beauty,
words fail me;
I could only gaze in wonder
as my fingers moved gently over your flat belly,
A navel perfectly formed
with a thin line of hair moving down,
lost in the valley below;
As my hand moved down,
The smooth belly tensed
and firmed under my hand;
Your spine arched
and your slender graceful hand
held me in a strong embrace;
You rested your head on my shoulders,
Finely manicured nails
digging deep into the skin of my back;
Fine, thin silky hairs
at the nape of your neck
standing erect,
Your chest crushing into mine,
Heaving and throbbing;
You cried.[18]
Gently did I embrace you,
My finger tips moving slowly down
following the curve of your spine;
It must have tingled
when my fingers reached the base
where it joined the valley
between the rise
of the voluptuous half moons spread wide;
The quivering tremors
rushed across your body to me,
How was I aroused
as you hold me tight
and moved your hands gingerly down;
An eternity must have passed
as our bodies were so entwined,
Nary a hair could have passed
between us
as we stayed in that pleasant embrace;
You raised your head,
Looked into my eyes,
And you smiled;
Somewhere the forbidden fruit fell and
on that meadow,
I found my heaven. [19]
[December 3, 2020]
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