7 Levels of Sex

 
 
kissing rooftops
of every building
this morning  
 
as eyes slowly
turn themselves  
into fountains,
 
knowing you
are missing
from me.

The sensation of her fingertips
Gently touching my hardened face
The taste of her tender lips
Memories I can't erase
Soft touch all over my skin
Her body I to explored
Her passion burned from within  
As her key opened my hearts door
 
So many moments that we shared
Over time our love deeply grew
Emotional boundaries that we dared
My deepest secrets only she knew
We tried new things together
Expanding experiences from our past
Forging our relationship to last forever
Everything about us was meant to last
 
At times when I was at my lowest
Distraught, vulnerable and open
She would always help me focus
And keep me from feeling broken
Without words our eyes would meet
Speaking volumes of silent words
Without her I'm incomplete
Remembering the day this occurred  
 
Pain, fatigue and sudden weight loss
Trouble swallowing with a fever
Concern was fueling a million thoughts
By her side I would never leave her
Two years ago on valentines day
We got back from her appointment  
Test results just a few days away
Of cancer and our disappointment
 
My unwavering faith would never erode
Despite the suffering she'd endure
The journey ahead a challenging road
Praying her doctors would find a cure
Stains of time and challenges of life
Our commitment they are testing
But she will always be my wife
My love, and an eternal blessing

The tips of your fingernails sail across my skin
just as your wet tongue sails across my lips.

Eye to eye, we share what makes us cry,
however personal, neither are afraid to tell.

Vulnerable armor we wear now as we talk
as we have somewhat surrendered so far.

And this talk of armor turning to tears,
as we witness ourselves melt emotionally.

Spirits high as we share giggles and winks.
To explore the other both spiritually and on flesh.

Surrendering by sharing lips and hot breaths.
Surrendering by sharing a sweaty embrace.

Yesterday I saw a woman walking by and now I'm trying to picture her nude
Thinking of all the things I could do
Treating her in bed, my thoughts are naughty and rude
Sometimes when I'm bored I get pleasure this way
Imagination goes hardcore, which to me is ok
Thoughts tend to wander there everyday
Easier to jerking it to porn, nothing more to say

3 holes, 2 hands, you can please many guys at once
And when the're done, they're gonna cum all over your face
Your moaning will be drowned by a mouth gag
Get pounded so hard you won't walk for days
Spanked, choked, bonded and dominated
You'd be covered in jizz, lubed up and hydrated

Wildest fantasies dwell in our filthy minds
Sometimes they make me feel like I'm deranged
A lot of them are socially unacceptable
But I'll be fine if I keep it to myself

The virgin on stage, perfection and criteria,
attentive look, judge with mystery, blurred.
Extremely minimal details reveal sincerity,
but always with a dry, hard touch of evil.
 
Imperfections and false pretenses, makeup,
the black invades, the white keeps skin grey
so the virgin can go on searching for pleasure
for its own parts, obscure and needy, humidities.
 
They pray, oh, they prey... catch and fly away,
Harpy wings, no feathers, only plain old sins.
They slay, slowly, so meticulously draining
one victim after the other, no mercy, desdain.
 
The virgin believes its bowels are filled up
with all the vanities of the holy trinity bonfire.
Whiping the sinners as if they want more
of their sacred touch of virginity mental illness.

 
 
but every moment  
with you feels like    
a new adventure  
   
no matter how    
big or small it is,  
   
as we watch    
many climb up a  
golden escalator  
throughout both    
our lifetimes  
   
i'll turn my head  
towards you, slow    
blinking our secret    
little message with  
a smile on my face  
   
knowing I will never    
finish falling in love  
with you, as your    
name leaves my  
mouth warm    
and tender.  

I fall back lazily on the bed
positioned perpendicular to how things should go
so as to better soak up the sun through bay windows streaked subtly with fingerling tracings from the night before.
 
Just there, imprints from the moment you pressed into me from behind  
only glass separating me from star-strewn sky.
And there, tell-tale trails of your eventual taking of it all—this body and the night sky, too.
 
‘Warm love’, sent after leaving the next day
words mustering the precise temperature of ‘just right’—the heat of the night cooled to simmering bodies wrapped in casual intimacy ‘round every little and big thing that is us.
 
Through handprinted love, the sun and you become one.
(Oh, how the sun becomes you, Love.)
And I settle into the (after)glow.
Rays embracing all that is me and all
that is ‘we’ until nothing else remains.
Just radiant, warm love.  
It is more than enough.  
 
R.

Spaces  between  us
In  the  valley  of  your  body,  I  am  home,    
lost  in  the  curves  and  whispers  of  your  skin.    
I  drift  south,  my  lips  tracing  the  stories  you’ve  never  told,    
kissing  each  mole  like  a  promise  only  I  can  keep.    
Your  silver  waist  chain  glimmers,  a  fragile  thread    
binding  me  to  the  depths  of  your  navel,    
where  I  drown  willingly,    
a  wanderer  surrendering  to  your  warmth.    

The  scent  of  your  panties  is  a  secret,    
a  language  only  my  body  understands.    
I  peel  them  away  slowly,  as  if  unwrapping  a  sacred  gift,    
revealing  the  garden  of  your  desire—    
curls  soft  as  the  first  light  of  dawn,    
their  earthy  musk  a  hymn  to  the  life  we  share.    
I  want  to  disappear  into  them,    
to  be  cradled  in  their  tenderness,    
to  breathe  you  in  until  I  am  no  longer  myself.    

My  breath  becomes  a  quiet  storm,    
cool  and  teasing,  as  it  dances  over  your  clit.    
My  tongue  follows,  a  painter  of  pleasure,    
circling,  savoring,  until  I  suckle  gently,    
like  a  child  drawing  comfort  from  your  essence.    
Your  moans  rise,  soft  and  unrestrained,    
a  melody  that  guides  my  hands,    
my  fingers  parting  your  folds,    
drenched  in  the  honey  of  your  need.    

I  drink  from  you,  deeply,  hungrily,    
your  nectar  a  sacrament  that  fills  my  soul.    
My  tongue  explores  every  inch  of  you,    
a  pilgrim  in  the  temple  of  your  ecstasy.    
Your  legs  rest  on  my  shoulders,  trembling,    
toes  curling  as  I  taste  the  crescendo  of  your  pleasure.    
Each  flick  of  my  tongue  is  a  vow,    
a  whispered  promise  that  I  am  yours.    

The  way  you  suck  my  finger  is  a  wildfire,    
spreading  through  me,  burning  away  everything  but  you.    
Your  nipple  hardens  between  my  fingers,    
a  silent  plea  that  I  answer  with  my  mouth,    
my  tongue,  my  breath,  my  everything.    
I  want  to  lose  myself  in  the  sweetness  of  your  core,    
to  sleep  with  my  tongue  nestled  inside  you,    
nourished  by  the  essence  of  your  being—    
a  feast  for  my  body,  my  mind,  my  soul.    

Let  me  stay  here,    
where  the  world  fades  and  only  we  remain,    
where  your  sighs  are  my  compass,    
and  your  pleasure  is  my  purpose.
-arsh

We are sunbathing in the hammock  
you are laying on top, using me as a mattress, reading me a story from your short stories book.
I am listening to them with closed eyes, cupping your breasts, my fingers circling, massaging your nipples.
A butterfly rests on your shoulder.
Arshad

I  sit  alone  in  the  library,  
a  fortress  of  silence  and  spines,  
when  you  come  searching  for  me,  
after  the  storm.  

Hesitatently  you  came  and  sat  beside  me  
The  air  filled  with  unspoken  words,  
as  you  play  Tanmaya's  song ;

'Kya  tum  naraz  ho ?'
The  melody  lingers, a  distant  blur,  
a  fragile memory  of  us.

your  hand  reaches  mine,  
fingers  locked, a  quiet  dance.  
You  put your head  on  my  shoulder,  
my  eyes meet your glittery eyes.
I  don't  remember  when  we  shut  the  books ,  the  world  disappeared,  
There  were  cameras, there  were  rules.  
among  them  just  us , in  our  cocoon,  
two bodies rewiring their mood.  

Like  cosmic  rhythm  our  heartbeats  align
as one, in time.  
our  faces  becomes  one , lips  brush,  
soft,  parched,  a  tender  hush.  

As we peck , the  world  dissolves  like  sugar in  water,  
no  space  for  air, no  room  for  a  single thought.  
Your  bosom  comforts  me, my  tongue explores,  
Greeted  with  a familiar  welcoming  warmth, I  am engulfed in the flame .  

Our  tongues  engaged. In  a  playful  wrestling,
saliva mingling, a shared ecstacy.  
I  feel  the  heat  rise  in  you,
an  uprising   down  south, I  am hungry for.  

I  devour  your  neck  it  is  a feast,
your finger travels south  in  search for   my stick, taking matter in your hand.

A  departure  for  privacy
classroom in the corner , lights shut low,  
fingers  and  strokes,  a  steady  flow.  
Lost  in  your  wetness,  your  joy,  your bliss,  
I  am amused  how  we  always  get  to  this.  

You   came  over  me  and  pin  me  down, after  a  careful glance at  the window,
you have your chance with me.
Your warm inviting mouth claims me,  divinely
likcing ,  sucking,  slurping,  you  make me yours.  

Making  me  gasp, my  toes curl, my calf
 strains,
as  you  milk  every  single  drop  in  me  I  bask  in  pleasure.  
Spent  we  collide  but  still   entwined,  
a  forgotten fight, and  love  refined.