Night of Passion

NIGHT OF PASSION

The sun sets over the horizon

For the darkness to conquer again,

The moon radiates an unwavering glow

And the stars paint the sky with desire.

As the trees rustle in a constant rhythm
The cold breeze howls through the room

I see you lay hungry on the bed of lust.

The wisps of your hair blow to reveal

The charming face, and those lovely eyes

Crave for me to satisfy your longing

While your deep tantalizing breaths

Warms the air with sensual whispers.

I come in, amiably, taking small steps towards you,

Keeping my eyes fixed on the sight of eternal beauty.

Then, as I take my final step and lean over you

I see your shining blue eyes gently getting closed.

I hold your torso; I like it when it trembles slightly

As if it has never felt this pleasure before.

I kiss those lips of yours, slowly, passionately;

With each glide of my tongue with yours,

They taste like the delicious flavor of

Seasoned strawberries.

I begin to remove the silver robe off your body

Slowly, gently, gradually touching your shoulder.

My hands run through your neck and your arms

And my lips start to please your body.

You relish every touch on your tender skin -

A feather touch, soft, yet invigorating -

Breathing heavily as they move along

Your face, sliding down your neck,

Then mounting your breasts,

Crawling down the navel; I kiss it;

Then towards those smooth well-shaped hips

My fingers peacefully caress your thighs -

I savor this ultimate pleasure -

Hearing your silent well-timed moans

You invite me to invade you.

My hands creep up behind your back

Enjoying the silky velvet touch,

Your whispers grow louder with deeper breaths.

You the feel chilling moisture of my tongue

On your stomach moving up stealthily -

An artist holding a smooth thin brush

Dipped and soaked in freezing water,

Begins to paint on a warm canvas -

Reaching your neck, then your cheek

And finally, my mouth fondly embraces,

Then seizes, your twinkling damp lips.

You begin to remove my apparel -

Faster than usual, with deep sighs -

Unable to control the tension in between,

While our hearts begin to beat faster.

You clutch me with your fingernails

On my back, and your eyes scream with

The words on fire flaring out loud:

"Set me ablaze! I am all yours!"

Thus, igniting the passion within us,

There is a fiery gush through our veins!

Our bodies warmed up for sensual action

Then a melody of our motion begins:

The symphony of our lifetime;

Never wanting to let go, not before too long!

After all, the concert has just begun

This is our dream coming into life;

Let it go on and on, forever.

As this never-ending story unfolds

And awaits an epic conclusion

We are set in seamless oscillation.

In absolute numbness of our very existence

I give you everything I have got:

Every stroke of mine is trying to kill
The hunger burning inside your shivering spine,

Until my last drop of cold sweat evaporates.

Then we slumber into each other's arms

Looking at one another with a smile,

We fall asleep until the sun dawns a new day.

Notes:

I am writing this down to let out the burden that's been troubling me since yesterday after I came up with this work. Well, some call it, a work of art. I am not sure I will want to call that, until now. When I look back at some of the pieces I composed, I feel good; I mean really, really good. It puts a big smile on my face! But when I look back at this piece, I can't believe my senses: How did I ever come up with something like this? I am not such kind of a person. Being a believer in my faith, I thought it's unholy or impure of me even to think of such things. I mean, look at those lines. That's definitely not me! I hated myself. Then with the help of a friend, I realized it's just the outcome of my creativity, my wildest incredible imagination. It shows my mind's ability to blow out of epic proportions, cross my own well-defined boundaries, break my own hard rules and put it neatly in the form of meaningful lines framed by handpicked words. Now, I think it is marvelous. Am I the next Pablo Neruda? Well, guess what? Maybe! Oh, by the way, I don't know anything about Pablo Neruda. I just know he was a writer of erotic poetry and I haven't read any of them.

Amit Herlekar

August 28, 2013