My Seductive Love ❤😍😘

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

– Pablo Neruda


She is my everything ❤

As an Angel she came into my life
Showing me the glimpse of heaven
When I looked into her eyes
I saw a heavenly light
Making my heart sing and dance
Amidst clouds, flying with her
On the wings of her love
Giving me the strength
For doing the things I like to do.

She created magical effects in me
Like a muse soothing my heart and soul
What a melodious song it was
I enjoyed with utmost pleasure
The feel was everlasting and mesmerizing
Giving me a pleasure sublime.

She is the pain I hold in my heart
The tears I cry every night
She is the scars I never tried to get rid off
I am wearing these scars like I’m loving her.

She is both my pain and my joy
The pain and the joy I write
She’s the beauty in my poetry
And everything to me
In heaven or in hell
I will always love her
My beautiful angel of the heaven.

PS – To My Love


I Worship Her ❤😊😘

The brightness of her face
The splendidness of her demeanour
The alluring nature of her smile and
The purity of her heart evoke
Feeling of blissfulness in the self.

Like a journalist she is in
Motion with an air of certainty and also
Like an investigator unfolding
The crux of a matter or an enigmatic

She surges ahead spotting
A carefree attire with
Dishevelled and unoiled
Hairs and airs enhancing her beauty
Beyond imagination.

Her voice is sarcastically
Sweet and the cell is
An integral part of her self
She fumes and frets,but when
It comes to understanding
Human minds,she is the
Best in the business.

The resigned and fatalistic
Mentality is her Achilles Heel
But then that is her way of confronting
The challenges of this world.

She is carefree because
Nothing is crawled around
Her neck due to the infancy
Status of her existence.

She is the toast of her family
The joy of her near and dear ones
The hope of the society and the bedrock
Of love,care and compassion.

She reigns supreme without
Any inhibition to chart out
A new course of action in
This world of pitfalls.

The power of that Goddess
Is so refreshing not because
Of her beauty but due to the
Immaculateness of her mindset.

The rebellion of this Goddess is
Silence couched in the
Inevitability of fate befalling
On her at anytime.



He’s Sorry for Everything

He’s Sorry.
He’s sorry that he constantly wants to talk to you.
He’s sorry that he constantly wants to spend time with you.
He’s sorry that he gets sad when you don’t reply to him fast enough.
He’s sorry that he becomes irritable when you don’t fully pay attention to him.
He’s sorry if he says things that piss you off.
He’s sorry that he’s a brat when he doesn’t get him way.
He’s sorry if he comes off as annoying at times.
He’s sorry that he thinks about you too much and too often.
He’s sorry if you don’t want to talk to him as much as he wants to talk to you.
He’s sorry if he has too much free time for you while you’re too busy for him.
He’s sorry if he tells you about pointless drama that you don’t actually care about.
He’s sorry if he vents to you about problems than you actually aren’t interested in hearing about.
He’s sorry if he comes off as too clingy or overprotective.
He’s sorry if he’s too nosey or too curious by snooping thru your things when you’re not around.
He’s sorry if he doesn’t give you. enough time and space to yourself
He’s sorry if he doesn’t give you. enough respect for your privacy
He’s sorry if he misses you more than he’s supposed to.
He’s sorry for everything, but know that it’s all out of love for you.



Creators of the blueprint of a luscious goddess.

Elegant, a fusion of perfect curves.

Her bosom an hourglass tickling with natures perfection.

A crescendo of mountains scenery sits her lips, her smile radiates the morning golden rays.

Mermaid she is wasp-waisted, glossy glass skin…

Juxtaposing her Syrup sweet lips…

When she whispers it like the rush of a flowing stream…

Don’t be fooled an avalanche she is…

Drowning your desires.

Seeded lips with love, so Valentine’s hearts are not required.

Her tears are treasures of love, empathy, and sympathy, so no more temporary pleasures are required.

She gyrates with an air of certainty unfolding the crux of an enigmatic storyline…

A Medusa of unoiled hair stoning beyond imagination.

Her voice is alluring beguiling every heart who lust….

But then that’s her way of confronting this world of mystery…

Perfect crafted teeth of a master sculptor…

Lips adore in crimson the bombs fruit envy…

Navel deeply welled in Bermuda pits…

She sways gracefully with the burden of her hips.

Her breast hung full and tight unto her coconut tree in rhythmic Dance with each wave.

A creator’s first effort in a way of a perfect woman…

So lost in lust…

Endless with time.

PS – To My Master, My Goddess, My Angel, My Love, My Soulmate, My Lioness, My Queen, My Oxygen, My Life, My Everything.


Winsome Slave of a Beauteous Goddess ❤

She demanded me and my obedience. I gladly accepted. I am her marionette, my goddess pulls each string with utmost perfection.She frowns in disgust with my immediate response, even though she knows that I am a proud slave of her. Her cologne, a chain dragging me into her arms. That majestic beauty tormenting me to drudge to cherish her charm. I should beg her on my knees to forgive me, but I only infuriate her more. I tell her pleasingly I’ve been a bad boy and to mistress of mine with an impish look, I plead, she however does not take the bait and leaves me. I sit there on my knees, heartbroken and without her to tell me what to do or say, knowing that I am lost in the wilderness of perpetual heartache. My heart remains a slave for life with no master. Sobbing like a little boy whose mother has chastised him for the first time”




I have been dying a thousand years to live
Mercurial heart still breathes a fire inside me
I will search the entire universe to be with you again
If you love me to death, I’ll be reborn to love you more

Which part of this body will you haunt tonight
I am no monster or an angel
Give me something-
like poison which will drip off my tongue

I need your words- Say my name!
Onto your skin I’ll write that desire
Touch my soul, touch and heal!
It will be on your walls
I’ll speak of it through halls

Let a storm burn right though us tonight
The fiery flame I am; You: the delicate rose!
Together we will create a passion,
Leaving ourselves charred and breathless
Never the same…

PS – To my love, my soulmate, my goddess