My Seductive Goddess of the Heaven, the fair one who may be there,
Possessing slender form, of pointed teeth, of a lower lip as red as a ripe bimba fruit,
Of a slight waist, of eyes like that of a frightened fawn,
Of a deep navel, smoothly curved inward, of a graceful and tender movement
Through the weight of hips and voluptuous breasts, a slight bend in stature,
She rises, holding her head high, revealing a delicious neck.
She is as the Creator’s first effort making a woman (or the supermost woman from the celestial workshop of God, made of stars and sky).

She is draped, robed in the scent of wild roses, wrapped in sweet aroma. Life, seen swimming in the nectar pool of her restless eyes; a thousand dawns were sleeping on her glowing face, and drowning were countless setting suns in the waves of her tresses. She is the pearl of my frothen sea. She is the water resting, surrounding me as a bed of calm. Beautiful hips, enticing smile, the assertive, complete woman of epic. A flower none have smelled, delicate as jasmine. A lotus is beautiful even in the midst of muck; the blemish on the moon despite its darkness, only highlights the moon’s lustre. Her simple bark attire only enhances the loveliness of this maiden. Indeed, what will not serve as decoration for that which is intrinsically beautiful?

Creator’s prototype of a sensual woman, slender and youthful, with pointed teeth and lips red like bimba fruit, a thin waist, and a glance like that of a startled deer. She has a deep, soft navel, a dune to sweep across, a measured gait, owing to the weight of her hips and full bosom. Her lower lip glows like a tender leaf after a shower, the moisture speaking unspoken words. Her arms are flexible stalks, and youth, a blossom bewitching, shines in all her lineaments. She has a shapely figure, imp-thin and wasp-waisted.

She had glossy skin and slender eyebrows, curving over their prize, those sensual eyes, mesmerizing, tantalizing, shadowed by velvet lashes. She had a dainty nose and shiny, halo-white teeth. Her fingernails were varnished clear and inviting for the brave and the dreamers. Her hair was molten-red or sunrise-gold, coils of leaf-brown hair. She had rapture-blue eyes, pools to gladly sink in. She had syrup-sweet lips purer than pure, silently speaking her feminine secrets. Her demeanor was that of joy personified by a soothing and whispering voice.

Her fingers long and sleep, even they require attention, he would be blessed, he who would lay hold of her smooth sweet hands. Her touch is deep, often warming, often bringing chills, all complex as her soul. Her angelic feet barely touch a grateful earth those times she does land and live among mortals. Invisible wings are places by her side, unneeded, as she soars in fact, in her thoughts and in minds of audience. She has lines of limb, arms and legs, curves drawing eyes to see and plan the routes to take if given the opportunity for touch. She has a dimpled back. Could there be an imperfection in this beauty? No, the symmetry and placement only add to the exoticism of this rare lady.

Her smiles are a dessert, a sweet dish filling the senses supreme. No food nor sight can compare. Her eyes, blinking, are glittering with rainbows and suggestions, daresay commands. She lights the nights with her countenance, she and the moonlight. Her lips are pursed as a Valentine, a welcome display. Her tears are treasures. Worlds fall, landing at her feet. Words come, slowly, distinctly, as she shows empathy and sympathy. No temporary treasures are ever needed. She is there.

The crux of it all lies within an enigmatic storyline as she surges ahead, wonderful, voluminous tales left behind, ever and ever alive.

Her hair, her airs, enhance her rare beauty. All showing is beyond imagination. Her voice is now sarcastically sweet, each cell, each call, is in itself, herself! She fumes and frets, but when it comes to understand Human minds, she is the best. A resigned and fatalistic mentality is her Achilles heel. It is her way of confronting, even if confounding, no clues given.

The fair one, who may be there, possessed of slender form, of pointed teeth, of a lower lip red as a bimba fruit, a slight waist, eyes of a frightened fawn, a deep navel smooth and shimmering, and graceful movements, locked into observer’s eyes, her fullness of lips and wondrous breasts, awesome indeed, alert and full. She is elegant as if she were the Creator’s first effort in making a woman (or as if she is the supermost woman from the heavenly workshop of God).


Looking into her eyes
Her eyes her eyes
I drown in her deep pools of blue that shine brighter than a thousand suns
Blinding me by her immense radiance
Immediately my living hell turns into paradise
The fire in her eyes full of a sought after passion by all mankind
Here I am caught in her mesmerizing glance
An everlasting glance
Everything vanishes except for this divine apparition
That imprisons me and frees me at the same time
The sight of her beauty
Stirring passions juices
A taste of eternity
My heart thumping rapidly in my chest

Every cell in my body dances with pleasure

This Goddess that walked into my life
Her eyes her eyes
They were on fire and yet soft is her gaze
Sets my body ablaze
I knew in an instant I would allow her to burn all my desires
Melting away my yesterdays and tomorrow’s
Except my desire for this, this tall slender elegant sexual Goddess
standing before me
This divine feminine
I would bow to I would honor
For eternity
I was under her spell
She could tell
Her full lucious lips moist like the morning dew
Temptingly partially apart

I wanted to place my mouth upon

The sight of her luscious
curvaceous breasts peering out from her ravaging low cut elegant red velvet dress
Weakens my entire body
And yet I never felt so alive
By this stunning beauty
This Goddess of Heaven
Sent from Heaven itself
Her well defined waist I wanted to hold
To pull her close
To feel her against me
To touch her
Everything vanished except my desire to caress this delicate
creature with the inner strength of a raging lion
I wanted her more than I’ve wanted anyone more than anything
The love she awakened in me
I would embrace forever

Our lips meet

Softly softly
Full on
My love for this Goddess deeper than an ocean
I wanted to make her mine
An impossible dream
However, I still dreamed
Our love stripped us bare
Standing in our nakedness
We wanted to share
In an intimacy so rare
Pleasuring each other
In nights candle light
Swimming in loves sweetness
A union of infinite delight.

My Moon Goddess: The Mirage of Heaven ❤😍😘

How beautifully deceitful is the moon?
Alluring us & bringing with tales of eternal romance in one moment
Only to break our hearts in the next moment
Shining a light to make my lover’s breasts more attractive,
Only to take them away! Such contradictory tales that warm & anger the soul:

The Moon of my life.
The Moon came to the night’s celebration dressed as a bride
I don’t know if beauty is absolute or relative but a goddess I love is always the most beautiful woman in the entire universe. Power of my goddess lies in her gentle touch, her breath, her smile, her essence, her whole femininity.
A lotus is beautiful even if it is in the midst of muck; the blemish on the moon, despite its darkness, only highlights the moon’s lustre; her simple bark attire only enhances the loveliness of this maiden.Indeed, what will not serve as a decoration for something that is intrinsically beautiful?

The moon
Bringing me in the arms
Of a newlywed bride
Just a bit wavy
Drops of Ganga
dripping from the hair
Binding vermilion shining
like saffron
With a mix of a blush
that is unique to her cheeks

The moon
Bringing forth salacious vampires
Bloodthirsty for her flesh
Swelling pale necks with milk-white teeth up & down
Ready to “pounce”
To spice up lush
Like rose-colored flesh

The moon
Showering such hypnotic moonlight
That all famish is gone
No matter how lavish the meal
Shunned by the stomach
Imprisoned in the refrigerator
Next to the dark chocolate
Blushing like the reddest cherry

The moon
Lying under the dirty covers
Null at its best
In between the virgin destinies of soft palms
Fallen deep in depths
Not unlike the nightly dose
Of the blue tablet

The moon
Reminding me of the isolation
Producing roar-like screams
The naked walls…one more ugly reminder
Full of anguish
Pouring out en masse
Now in the form
of tears of blood
The increment of those found
In a newborn baby

The moon
Bringing forth the darkness of agony
Waterfall tears to drench the sand
Taking the ever restless turns
Rolling in the eternal screams of anxiety
Breaking piece by piece

The moon
Now also targeting
The depressed angel
Soaring in isolation with a broken wing
Barely hanging on
Burned by with the fire of torment as shiny as golden beans
Left to rot…who can comprehend such pain
But a jackfruit robbed of its taste?

This is the moon & its moonlight
Putting illusions of romance in the fairytales
To destroy the realities of our hearts…forever!


Eyes of the deepest blue

Mirroring an ocean at the beach to dive in


The waves mixing a cocktail of ecstasy & intoxication,

Bringing forth Nirvana with in just a mere drop

This Goddess who…

Makes no effort to enhance herself,

But rather…

Has marvel & beauty themselves worshipping her shadows

Desperate for her acceptance

Her each breath transcending time

As all of humanity watches in envy

Lips so alluring, the wind itself dying to touch them

Having already accepted the new ordinance of direction

Dictated by the flow of of her hair…now the habitat of all the silk & velvate of the universe

She speaks…

Each word seeped in invigorating melody

Nightingales listen in tears…knowing their time is gone

Her breasts being soft, smooth, perfect circles…the ultimate & sweetest forbidden fruit

Bringing hours of anguish to the heart & mind,

To look or not to look?

To touch or not to touch?

Destruction at each path

Damned if you do, Damned if you don’t

Electric charges flow from each quiver of her fingertips

Bringing forth a tantalizing swag as the quiver continues down the body to hips, thighs, ankles, toes

A swag that cannot be done justice to…in the real world or a fantasy of a play, text, book

For mere words themselves look at her & have no retort

The sunshine has already died in shame as she awakens

For what is its rays in front of the twinkle of her eyes

Come nightfall, it is now time

For the stars & the moon bow down before her surreal beauty

A goddess in disguise?

Perhaps, perhaps not

But the such a radiance emanating from a mere human…never happened before & will never happen again…they just don’t make them like that in this


She melted into my arms; a dripping candle flowing into a pool.
Her lips beckoning a kiss besoothing me to be their tool.
We locked in embracement; an unbreakable link.
Her gentle sighs were a poem etched into my soul.
No other words can I think.
No other dream could I hold.
I would watch her sleep; like wild flowers opening to dawn.
The drapes of night would fall and be gone.
Only her naked radiance, a lamp luring a moth’s dance.
Her satin smothered hills a restless landscape.
I could but stare in deep trance.
My heart and mind unable to escape.
The years passed like a river frozen in time’s eye.
No more than a soft sigh.
We clung like orchids to bark.
Two fireflies in the dark.
She was always the sweetest poison in my veins.
Sanguine honey for my sweet cravings.
My narcotic drenched chains.
My heart’s wildest ravings.

Forever forlorn to her scent, leaving me wanting more.
Opium on the brisk breeze of the sea shore.
With just a brush of her nectared lips,
I drift off with heaven at my finger tips.
Where poetry is the silence of her skin.
The sweet song of her gentle sigh.
Where time never grows thin.
With her laying on my mind’s eye.
Not a second sneaks past.
My heart beats so fast,
Hummingbird wings are time frame.
So fast my pulse catches flame.


O luscious and lustrous Damsel of my Cupid’s Heaven,
Thou art there a glowing Star, shining ‘pon my rapt heart’s gloomy craven!
Thou art there to end my hunger for thy love, and the bounteous beauty with thou entertain.
Thou art there to irrigate the barren lands of my deserted life with thy eternal enlightening rain.
Thou art thou to feed a hopeless hunger never satisfied by thine foods.
Thou art thou mind, body and soul without disdain connection or myth.
Thou art thou life, you seem to giveth and taketh simultaneously.
Thou art thou regimen, thou prescription and thou medicine.
Thou art thou past, thou present and thou future.
Thou drencheth me in joy so pure, naught dare pollute.
Thou art everywhere my dreams wander; ever lucid, infamously absolute.
Thy smile gleams with the light of the rising sun.
Thou art, for my heart, the only one.
Thou art the fields of Heaven ; Golden peace waving in celestial breeze.
Thou art the feather that can force me to my knees.
Thou art the wings that lift me to journey the sky.
Thy soft whisper makes my heart fly.


Oh, my life, my love, how you amaze in fascinating ways,
You are grace astounding, solace showering, a dancing damsel,
Spinning spells before my eyes –
How you mesmerize with matchless versatility,
None other excels at your level of grandeur.

You, hypnotic with enticing captivation emanating,
Transforming as life lifted to a plane of another universe,
Your light shines brilliantly, a sun’s substitution at night,
All the same, even what would be the darkest of nights
Are brought to life, and life outstanding brilliantly.

You are a puzzle unsolved, no key, a mysterious mixture,
Charisma’s depths, playing elegantly upon the mind,
Alive and captivating as a sweet cherry,
You are sweetness personified,
Exuding a virtuous virginity everlasting.

A chaste smile on your red-rose lips,
Flawless gestures, you turn life’s desert
Into a welcome, saving oasis. From you
Flows an ocean of ecstatic bliss,
Shared in mystical, miraculous ways.

You dance in my life, for my eyes you spin,
Music extraordinaire; I have to bend and humbly bow
Before your enrapturing dance.
Your dance is like a spring garden,
Swaying in the wind of rapture.

The dark, dangling locks of silk over shining brows,
A feminine loveliness, so scintillating, so satisfying,
My heart moves, hilarity, uplift, it smiles, laughs in delight,
Thy face, dimpled on delicious cheeks, charms.
I cherish it; I cherish you.

Thy deep, dancing, engaging eyes doth delight me in excess overfilling,
The buttery beauty of they pursing, crooning lips is expressed
No simile can match, no matter the trying, what can compare?
Thy crescent moon chin awakens the need for touch, for kisses,
Doth beckon me benevolently and bounteously.

My love, the purity of thy enviable affinity cannot that of frankincense,
The glow of they unshakable credence doth add to my love ever that much more,
The glitter of they constant company doth compel me to thank thee from the core,
Ambrosia of they sweetest smiles doth wane all of my sorrows, intolerably sore!

Oh my love!
Thou dost deserve my genuine and generous applause forever,
For thou hast been, with they commendable contributions,
Coveted as life itself, life everlasting,
In my heart of hearts, your inspiration.

My Beauteous Goddess of Nirvana 😘❤💋

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.

A Garland of Love ❤

I got pleasure
In your words.
In the garden of my love,
you were teasing me,
you were plucking petals.
My ears yearn to hear
those words from you,
only from you.
I left a piece of my heart
in your chest.
I have the desire to go through
from what you went.
Stand beside you
Till life ends
Oh my love !
Do you feel the same,
don’t you?
Hold me
I love

Her eyes
narrate the story.
Her eyes
hold the eclipse of his glory.
Her eyes
solstice of his kisses.
Her eyes
full of stardust and
cosmo rays of my love
Her eyes
kisses my lips.
She is poetry
or akin.
Her words
are my reflection
and every night
I read her skin
because she is mine.
So, spell on me
enchant those verses again
Give me sparkles
coated with your love
to breathe in dark nights.
Lips dances with beat of heart,
eyes frown and lemme flirt
“How it feels?”
“In my garland of love”

Hitherto disposition of a Superlative Enchantress 😍❤😘

Her lips open galaxies just like dreams
I ask her to live to be part of me
I have never seen a golden woman before
Her eyes hold the mysteries the sky threw at the shore
Her river chokes my neck and I’m all in
Her moment enfolds all I am
It falls luscious on her shoulders
Bare and naked as she is walking in the sand
Standing on the edge of our dreams
A wind of charm around her neck
her glorious sacred face drains me deep
her silver skin leads in steps
tights full of fruits
waves arise in her smile
her body bends to all my heat
raging the ocean beyond my feet
At dawn you shall appear
heavenly divine you are so near
her flame is burning in so many lifes
but mine flickers closer to hers
her essence pressed to mine
fled to the new born man of me
and her diamond starts to shine
through my cracked glass
her veins throbb with lioness blood
thousand voices become my song
a perfect love to stay.