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.

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