Ecstatic

‘twas in the arms of dawn…
Safe in a sweet embrace…
She lay in beauty profound…
Drenched in his sweet caress.

The softness of her face…
Is like the quill of a swan…
That glowed with divine radiance…
Enough to shame the autumn sun.

Her bosom heaved with passion,
Cuddled by the timorous brute…
He writhed to desire’s raging tunes…
As she played on his russet flute…

Like the dew on a rosette’s petal…
The nectar of his sweet love…
Trickled down her moist lips…
Pure ecstasy like the heaven’s above…

The Brave Warrior

Amidst fiery battlegrounds,
Where wolves roam free,
She stood brave and strong,
Facing squalls of envy.

Fearless, she drew her sword,
Unnerved by deathly winds,
She charges ahead with vigour
Swiftly within an eye’s blink.

‘Twas a battle of filthy lust,
She fought with hallowed silence,
Wearing armours of virtue and trust
To end this smutty pestilence.

With fair grace did she lodge,
The pennant of pure victory
Though death she couldn’t dodge
But immortalised in human history.

Passion

Candid moments of love,

Creating waves of passion,

Crashed in the shores of my heart,

Sending ripples of obsession.

 

Feelings of untainted lust,

Like lightning struck deep within,

Stirring my wildest emotions,

Evoking my ravenous longing.

 

Insaned by wild fancies,

I stand before thee, unguarded

Lost in your deep eyes,

My soul to your will subjected.