A Goddess that sits before me,
She doesn’t need to be draped in the choicest of ornaments to look divine,
Scantily dressed, the fabric runs in thin threads, leaving nothing to imagination,
I undo her necklaces and piece by piece, discard her amulets,
With invigorating receptivity, she taunts me to touch her more,
To kiss her everywhere.
I squeeze her breasts,
Not for lust,
But out of devotion,
So soft and tender,
It’s incomparable to everything else,
She makes me worship her,
Converts me to her staunch follower,
The flower that she is,
She blooms just for me,
A nectar that seeps from between her thighs,
The finest of wines that gets you tipsy in the first sip.
I fall in her delicate arms,
She pulls me in closer and holds me next to her chest,
With eyes closed and snuggling into her,
Not for foreplay,
I just want to see what it feels like,
To be accepted by the most decorated deity,
To seek sanctuary in the gates of heaven.
The sweat that drips off of her lascivious body,
I bathe in the water of her drenched hair,
Even her impurities are an oasis,
Mixing bodily fluids, she makes me clean,
Not to make love,
But to purify myself,
To cleanse my soul in her surreal presence.
With water that’s more pure than Ganga,
She caresses me with her milky fingers,
Letting me into her sacred forest,
Giving me respite by casting her beguiling shadow over me,
I’m so attuned to her needs,
Just the slightest of touches from her transports me to the highest Elysiums.
PS – To My Goddess, My Life, My Oxygen, My Soulmate, My Jaan, My Queen, My Luscious Lioness, My Everything.