Lusting for Love
A night of chiseled arms
And heavens shying away from us
Rapt in the high of joyful love
While stars smile like dews on a rosebud.
You say my name in a gasp
I moan out a slight gush
The voices tremble in unison
When your eyes lose sight of all of us.
Making you touch my skin
The summer heat is lustful
As if the river water needs a caress
From the touch of many a seagull.
You breathe deep at my neck
Unable to see what lies ahead
You bury your face in my hair
While holding me in a tighter embrace.
Love and lust, lust and love
What all we call such sweet cravings
The fingers want a touch of velvet
But the heart wants a little loving.
And I whisper your name twice
Begging you to go further in
While clawing your back deeper
Praying you have mercy on me.
Lust and lust, love competes
Gives in, breaks a bone but
Doesn’t stop looking into your eyes
Asking for a miracle of life.
I stretch my body towards you
And you come closer to my skin
And while we whisper love and lust
We drown in the mirth of our union.
And then you close your eyes
And I look at your intense face
All set to surrender in my inside
While sweat beads adorn your forehead.
Love and lust come pouring in
As you meet my gaze
I know not what you feel
But there! your eyes have given away.
A momentous wave of ecstasy
Bursting out of each pore on the skin
And a moment later,
The light and shadows have crept in.
Your eyebrows and lips, relaxed
Come lie down next to mine
And then you ask if I came too
If your rhythm matched mine.
I couldn’t hide, that I didn’t
The skin on me felt defeated
And felt sad, and lonely
That my soul was miles away from you.
It was lost in a whirlwind of misty teardrops
In a tornado of defeats
In a waterfall of sickening desires
Or, In a lake of dead dreams.
I said I didn’t come
I said I couldn’t
I said I not know not why
But I knew I wouldn’t.
I kept the questions of why and how
Open for a discussion
But nonchalantly you turned away
Into a forest of dreamlike sleep.
And I went on thinking, if love was kind
Then why couldn’t it always be so!
But lust is cruel and precise
If you want to be hit with a blow.
