Sensual Whispers


caved pillows
imprinted in twin heads,
wrinkles furrowed
on satin sheets of silent morn,

lingering whispers of sweet-nothings
murmured in night’s ear,

remnants of molten, vanilla candles,
their dead wicks winking
in early refulgence~
murmur stardust-secrets,

Echo of blending breaths
entangled and fragrant with passion,
caresses exotic
like molten, dark chocolate,
trickling down butterscotch,

on alabaster skin
as hibiscus petals on dawn~
sensuality defines itself.



intimacy in
abbreviated moments,
huddled by racing clock’s hands,

with cracking eggshell
of dawn and a rising yolk sun~

is shared over
sips of freshly brewed coffee
dusted with cocoa,
and sinful bites of
homemade choco-chip cookies~

baked in stolen minutes
on sunday afternoons.

bittersweet brew is
gulped, its harshness softened
by spoonful of honey
and your drowsy treacle smiles–

those caressing me in blushes
like the heavens at daybreak,
and lurking all day in
my secret candy floss smiles
of sweet nostalgia…
couple share coffee

Rendezvous of Desire



his passionate gaze
under half-lidded eyes,
caresses feminine contours
akin to hourglass,
as fingers of cool breeze
fondle petals of rose that
bask in pouring tequila sunshine.

she is unaware
of the sensual scrutiny
of mute, palpable desire,
but he wants her to read his
sentiments of love
and softly whispers her name
into ears of gregarious breeze
and fluid disjointed syllables
reaching her make her turn
towards him in query.

as eyes meet reading
the unsaid promises of love,
slowly they approached each other
as though wasps attracted
by chemokine of desire,
and he filled her in his embrace
enveloping gently as palm fronds 
do the silver moonbeams,
and together their redolence
blended into a potpourri
of soft, romantic sighs.

his hands held her close
as with eyes closed in rapture,
his fingers traced her as though
memorizing her with his fingertips,
slowly her head turned upwards
soft lips opening up
as dewy petals to the sun,
and his face bent for lips to
plunder honeydew depths
with a kiss of bittersweet longing
as a moth drinks nectar
from the depths of fragrance.

spooned in togetherness
as though twin portions of a whole
in ardor of passionate longing,
the lovers remained embraced
as time stood still
watching as mesmerized voyeur,
and even the twilight cacophony of
returning birds and boisterous noise
of splashing tides on rocks,
failed to awaken them from
their trance of yearning…

Alleys of Haunting Solitude…


Wearing cloak
of grey quietude in solitude
I wistfully gaze at paired magpies
chirpily celebrating
their amorous togetherness,
my nose pressed against
panes of window of intrigue.

I envy vines that entwine
in the embrace of oak’s dependability,
yearning fills me as
butterflies whisper sweet nothings
to unfurling rosebuds,
or as beauty of togetherness
blends in braided hues of rainbows~
painted by raindrops and sunlight.

discordant single note
echoes as a monotone in solitude,
I crave to blend into a symphony,
as beauty of unity dawns on me,
I seek to blend and lose
my individuality, my privacy.

I was alone for far too long,
seclusion is not my salvation
the curse of Zephyrus not my due
I seek to come out
of oyster-womb of loneliness
and sparkle as a pearl
to leave chrysalis of anonymity
emerging as a reflection Of Iris…