"That Night"

He looked at her like a garden strawberry,

She looked at him like a temptation- hard to resist.

Both were perplexed to approach and curious to explore every inch of their desires that were burning; willing for someone to pacify them.

“Shall we or shall we not”? The questions that were obvious in their ardent gaze.

“Let's burn the midnight oil”, the answer on their lips, while looking at each other in a way that could melt the stack of ice at once.

Both tried to hide their urge, but the sweet temptation tricked the two souls and they were entangled in unending orgasmic fantasy. He touched his lips and tasted the kiss of love and with every kiss, her heart started throbbing. He was not willing to leave her and she wanted more of it. Their erotic urge came to life -

The lips were revealing their desires and hands were being the guardian of erotic stimulations; His penis inside her vagina and his hands on her tits while kissing her tender lips; her hands on his back while feeling every inch of his soul. Teasing, cuddling, and pleasing were the words that echoed in that room.

They were doing their best to pen down ecstatic love and their loud, pleasing moans assured them that they are soul mates in the room of love. That night lasted forever and the orgasmic revelations remained etched in their hearts till eternity.

That night they had the best sex, because they were soul mates in paradise- Naked in love.

"Faces"

Chiseled my gravel dark and bright,
with faces holding me so tight,
Shun all ordeals or let me fight.

Isn't it clear?
Don't you see I have that natural flair,
Beat me, throw me:
I won't stop, It's clear.

Faces, Faces everywhere,
None so real, none so true.
Why are those faces holding me tight?
Shun all ordeals or let me fight.

Where have I come?
"She is novice", says some.
Look here, I am basking in sunshine.
Come not near me: I am fine.

Chiseled my heart upright,
Words- Bitter than fever,
Finding hard to swallow; Bestowed with more on a platter.
Tears- As sweet as honey,
I held them to not let fall.

See those faces,
holding me tight,
None so real, none so true.

Faces, Faces everywhere...

"Déjà vu"

On the cliff, I stand again,
waiting for the light to come.

I know I am being selfish,
trying to pacify my bruised heart.
My life is taking steep turns;
soul is being torn apart by the tremors of guilt.

If I could get another chance,
to repair what is already been damaged.
I promise, I would fight like a warrior,
and bring home the souvenir of audacity.

I remember those dark days,        
when I was struggling for light to come.
My lost soul trying to find its direction,
and I was bestowed with those scars of failure.

I won’t give up now,
I can feel the pain,
and I can sense the unpredictable.
Oh! I wish this could seize,
to give rest to my tormented soul.

Once again, my life is dismantled.
I can feel the pain, those dark days are back.
It’s nothing but Déjà vu.

Oh! I wish this could be an end,
but here I am, standing so strong.
It’s time to put up a brave strife, once again.

Now, I long for peace,
to strengthen my feeble heart.
I wish, I could erase this Déjà vu
but it goes on, allowing me to recreate history
once again.