The Fingers Of Reality Poem by malini kadir

My left finger making discreet circles

In the palm of my other hand

As sensations flutter through my heart....

A queer and deep regret slips
between the dry lips
making me wet them

Wishing it wasn't simply a poetry

Capturing the hunger!

As his moist perspiring fingers and greedy lips

picking me away into the valley for paradise

Slipping me away unnoticed by all
 
As dusk flutters into the eyes of watching crowd

slip me into the comforts of his four wheeler

As I arch for him to quench me
quench the irrepressible need awakened with in......

masculine odour fills my nostrils
what the scent and depth below pine and crave now
blending with the fragrance of the deodorant still lingering.....
Was it his aftershave?
Drugging me to oblivion?
or is it merely his smile so intoxicating I ask my self

Wet and wanting delta
let him dive as he would wish
Urging my thighs to respond
in to the depth
and lose myself
for ever

Lifting my self into his arms
what does the inner thighs speak
to slip away before it is too late...
To clamp my feet together as a last token of reserve
and bite the parched tongue

To stop the irreversible from happening!
on his holding palm
once a disciple always disciple
let me graceful claim the right to adjust my clothing

and flit away into the fleeting light

Fearing to be here

Not letting the prince of romance to reign

allow romance
to rule

Poeeetic words to please my ears
letting my self restraint to dissolve
Wishing my dream man into
my arms
You are superb in sensuality

.............................Oh lord!

I am calling you

spare me from the sins of the dark!

I must fleeting find the lake
As of now to swim away my energies.....

I am so comfortable with you
for me you are a cup of water
so transparent
so plain and always finds level with me
my life's throbbing pulse
unknown
The passions in me to pour out
When worry has me in threads worn out....
I cuddle to him closer
To rejuvenate and smiling face reality with optimism
For he is an icon of power, of optimism,
Of a man running against his gene pool!
Fighting life every inch
Not wishing to his family feel the pinch
A star to guide the masses
Me too; as the dazzling light of Sun
I blink as I am carried away
By the force of my emotions
How did I let him in and when?
Life is a poetry come true!