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In between siestas…
As the fluttering curtain
invades the stoic silence
I catch a smudged reflection
which gasps as you climax
on the new bed-surrounded by sheets-
crumpled and creased
as the old classics stare at me
their yellowed pages a forlorn story
the smell seemingly a distant memory
cornered by the overpowering stench
of carnal love-
unadulterated and slow
thick-salty spurts of life
fed into a moist cave-
sacred-seething
with the heat controlled by
medulla oblongata
Your willowy legs snake around me
those tremulous lips enamour me
in a fresh invitation as
my body hibernates
your musk fills inside every cavity
your laboured breathing reminds me
of rhythmic drum beats under the full moon
by Jarwa men-dancing
e n c h a n t e d
like numerous Shivas
performing tandava
You murmur something in my ear
seems like an inter-galactic weak signal
your fingers run thru my hair
skin brushing against skin
my skin the colour of polished wood
atop yours- a gleaming masterpiece
of shaved Maplewood
conjoined in the centre in asymmetry
The concrete space seeps in the feel
walls reeking of strong sex-hushed and rushed
another gush of wind lifts the curtain
it soars up as you feed on my sudden hardness.
Published 1st Nov 2011
| Edited 20th Jun 2012
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1st Nov 2011 11:22pm
...like dancers, the two depicts an ancient rite of love like dancers of Mahabharata and Ramayana...slow in some and fast in most. A love story, laced with the rites of old.
2nd Nov 2011 00:31am
Anonymous
2nd Nov 2011 2:36pm
Great way to break in a new bed! Loved the rhythmic beating of the drums and the play on the curtains. Enjoyed!
tornado
tornado
3rd Nov 2011 4:55am
Glad you enjoyed Tornado.:)Jarwa is an ancient tribe from Andaman and Nicober islands in the Indian Ocean. Like all aborigins their culture and espceially their music is drastically different from the mainland folk. Raw and primal and hence:)
Thanks for stopping by.
Thanks for stopping by.
2nd Nov 2011 3:23pm
on the intelligence of the language... lavish
'Walls reeking of strong sex-hushed and rushed
Another gush of wind lifts the curtain ' - i love the way that flows. rich and alluring. [:
'Walls reeking of strong sex-hushed and rushed
Another gush of wind lifts the curtain ' - i love the way that flows. rich and alluring. [:
3rd Nov 2011 4:56am
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17th Feb 2012 6:45am
whitewand6
Its the best way to feel the rhythm of the tides inside..
The 'tandava'.
The Union.
:)
Its the best way to feel the rhythm of the tides inside..
The 'tandava'.
The Union.
:)
17th Feb 2012 10:26am
Slumbeauty9
Thank you again.
I am pleased with the way
you denconstruct.:)
Curtsy,
S'
Thank you again.
I am pleased with the way
you denconstruct.:)
Curtsy,
S'
