[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.]
Link to the previous part : https://wp.me/p73yZZ-4lW
Part II
Patience my heart, I told myself,
Enjoy the moment and don’t rush;
But the moment took over
and we lost ourselves to love,
Blushing cheeks of my love
turned crimson red;
Was the sun getting warmer
or the meadow on fire?
She gently took my hand on hers
and embraced me,
Her slender arms around me, caressing,
As if to reassure,
Eyelids opening slightly,
fluttering like a butterfly,
She smiled,
And my heart molt.[13]
She took my hand,
Kissed it once, kissed twice,
And gently put my hand
On her heart;
The air went out of my chest,
As her warm breath touched my face,
Brushing my cheeks lightly,
Her sweet breath shortened,
A sense of urgency that I wanted to prolong;
And with every breath,
Her heart racing,
Her twin peaks of desire rose and fell
As she gently squeezed my hand
and pressed it down,
The floodgates of heaven were thrown open
and passion rushed in,
My resolve failed.[14]
Those two throbbing balls of desire
gently curving up,
Never had my eyes behold
such a delightful sight;
Firm like an orange
but soft like a ripe mango,
Dancing in tandem
with her rapid breath;
Inviting and alluring,
Supple and soft
Tempting and seducing,
Demanding explorations
but also entreating
a gentle handling, and
as I traced their graceful curves,
She moaned,
Breathing a contented sigh.[15]
Warmth radiating from her
Slowly engulfed me in a trance,
From her dimpled chin
drops of sweat fell
to the base of her graceful neck;
The tiny rivulet coursing
ever so slowly down
through her heaving bosom,
As a river meanders
from its source to the ocean;
I gazed transfixed
as I traced its course,
Her velvety smooth skin
offering no resistance to the flow,
It emerged from the narrow pass
of her breasts
into the flat valley below;
The glistening stream
pooled for a second
in the slight depression
of her navel,
And a fear raced through
my mind,
I stopped.[16]
[December 1, 2020]
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