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]

© Pranabendra Sarma, 2021

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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://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]

© Pranabendra Sarma, 2021

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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-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 foun
d my heaven. [19]

[December 3, 2020]

© Pranabendra Sarma, 2021

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After the Rains

Went out for a walk today morning  with my dog Skooby.  It had been raining off and on last few days.  Not that heavy but somewhat consistent rain to soak the grounds and make the dry creeks flow again.  A heavy mist was covering the nearby hills making the valley look like a surreal work of art.  My old cell phone camera was ineffectual in capturing nature’s art.

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Life a Fellow Traveler

God, in his wisdom, does not tell us when our journey will end. Otherwise there will be no charm in living. Uncertainties are the sparks of life.

Life took my hand
At journey’s start
Many a roads we
Traveled together
Climbed many mountains
Traversed the deepest valleys
Ebbs and flows
Low and high tides
She stayed by my side
From time to time
I did ask
When is journey’s end
She kept on moving
Still holding my hand
Fellow travelers
Joined together by
Inseparable bond
Keep moving
Moving forward together
Journey’s end, unknown
Destination does not matter
When the time comes
Will still be together
Journey new, uncharted