The Long Wait

Part I: The Long Wait

I am standing at the window

Trying to hide behind the curtains

That are bustling with frivolous flutter;

Because they want to see me blush

When my figure unveils in their tease.

As the day is on the cusp of dusk,

My ravenous eyes crave for stealing

A look across the crowded street

To get a glimpse of you returning home.

Getting lost in this restless search,

I went back in time to the days

When you not only expressed

Your deepest feelings of affection

By those sweet words of love

Showered with glitter all over me,

But also showed me the beauty

In your simple acts of kindness

With the gentleness of your touch

Even when the sullen storm

Relentlessly hung over your head.

Then I used to read your tired eyes

Appealing me to cleanse your mind -

Littered with undesirable thoughts,

And fill it with an ocean of memories

Of glorious times which are gone

And a history of celebrations to come.

Awaiting your return in restiveness,

I lean seductively against the door;

For I am adorned in the very garments

Which will I ever need to make you

Relish watching me passionately,

And my even-toned curvy body is

The only skin that embellishes them.

When I earn your smile of gratification

Along with a warm kiss of intimacy,

It lights me up and lifts my spirit;

For it evokes a sense of fulfillment

Of loving you more than I ever could

By sharing joys or listening to sorrows

On the relaxing couch with my arms

Around your shoulders and my thighs

On your lap never leaving your side

Even in the eye of a storm.

July 18, 2020

Part II: The Worship Of Love

The clouds firing the drops

Battered the earth to kill

The humid air that had spread

Like an annoying disease.

And alone I stood in a shelter,

Waiting for the rain to stop.

It appeared as though the storm

Wanted to devour all the beings

By flooding its tears of fury.

In the times like these, I pray

The almighty - to awaken the

Spirit of courage within me.

But not today; 'tis not that day!

Because my mind became clear

When it is gently reminded of her.

Above I looked, closed my eyes,

Hummed the song of my Goddess.

With her silent ascent of stairs

Wearing an exquisite floral diadem

Towards the throne of my heart,

Tranquility began to rule my mind.

For never have I seen such a queen

Who could transcend her reign

Beyond the spheres of eternity.

The curls of her glossy hair slipped

When my fingers tried to place them

Behind the ear to see her pretty face

Meticulously crafted in heaven.

Those big pretty hazel eyes quiver

To express a thousand words

Of which I understand naught.

Then my overpowering stare

Makes her close her orbs of sight,

Revealing the long dark lashes:

Feels like the radiance of the stars

Is eclipsed to let the moon glow.

The touch of her skin stimulates me

In a way that velvet is not even close

To describe the meaning of softness;

Her skin - a fabric of celestial silk

Woven by the Gods themselves

And soaked in nectar of ambrosia

Effuse a scent of intoxicating ecstasy.

Letting my hands glide on her frame

To feel its cold curves is her way of

Inviting me to cuddle her in my arms.

Then the tunes sung by the mellow tone

Of her melodious voice stream out of

Her succulent red lips makes even

The nightingale fly away out of chagrin.

Such lucid images of this godlike creation

Triggers my impulse to feel her gifted form

By a warm embrace and a gentle kiss.

But my thirst is not quenched until I feel

Her touch all the way from bottom to top.

So I get on my knees to get a sense of

The texture of her long and smooth legs

From the toes and ankles of her feet

With the tips of my fingers gliding like

Feathers on her tantalized skin and

Continue upwards to reach new heights

Near the thighs which quiver under

The spell of sensual gratification

For every fondle of my endearing touch.

The navel of her adorable belly

Is a black pearl in the middle of

A lustrous plateau waiting all alone

Yearning for a warm kiss before I leave

Towards those well shaped bosoms

Wanting to be pressed in a congenial squeeze.

Her momentary fulfillment is expressed

In a giggle that amplifies her vivacity

Making me slither around her back

And caress her shoulders along

Those slender arms and wrap her

Close against my bare chest.

When this grand foreplay is about

To culminate with our lips locked

In a passionate union, I emerge

From my engrossing reverie.

It has rained before I was born,

It will rain even after I am gone.

But I live somewhere in between

--------------- Only once ---------------

Thus, with a shiver of eagerness

To the harsh reality I came back.

Against the will of the violent rain,

I begin to run home, hopeful of

Being part of a grand opera

And watch this divine angel

With pretties alone on her skin,

Dance with me once more

In the still of the night

By worshiping her with Love.

Notes

I wasn't satisfied when I finished writing the first part of The Long Wait, because I thought I didn't do justice to the woman in the picture. I was mesmerized by her beauty. I imagined her to be my Queen but my words were not even close in praising her looks. This guilt gave birth to The Worship of Love.

July 23, 2020