she had only asked him to come in for a cup of hot strong coffee
an innocent gesture in her mind maybe an interesting exchange
of thoughts on philosophical matters like love death and existence
yet once they had smoked a first cigarette the smoke clouds parted
like sea waters of Yam Suph in the form of spiritual enlightenment
candles flickered and incense filled the room with sandalwood and musk
serenity and pheromones diffused hardship fear loneliness and inhibition
passionate silence of words merged with quivering lips in fervorous action
and the pulse of their hearts raced in crescendo surely missing a few beats
velvet skin like cinnamon bark feverishly exposed unlimited desire
an immaculate conception of wisdom arose from instantaneous Karma
and twenty years later they still need no picture guide on how to make love
"the clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire" and that meant the world
This was written for sheer fun, months ago!
I did not have the courage to post it then,,,
But I do now…Hope you enjoy this fantasy!
9/30/2023
Now I lay me down to sleep.
I want Rob Schmitt to rub my feet.
I could take care of him, alright.
He’d scream with pleasure in silver starlight.
If I should die, with a smile, before I wake.
Know,he was more delicious than strawberry cake!
Bury me please, next to Johnnie Walker.
He was always with me, such a sexy stalker.
Red, hot and rolling, stud Johnny was he.
I’m truly fed up, with writing about pine trees!!
Prefer a young dude to have a last tango with,
Oh, if only…it would be my heavenly,Rob Schmitt!
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Chandela sex in the temple
Was certainly not so simple
To hold a pose
On tippy-toes
Whilst Shiva handles a limb pull!
Feeling to do
Hands cry to handle the pain
Hands touch the stone hard
Hands slap the river of tears
Hands hold the image of your
Beauty
Hands search the best time to think about you
Hands doesn't give the real sense of kaam
Feeling to do pary to shiv linga for the nature
of kaamsutra in India
Beauty hold the dream of many ancient
thought feeling to do.....
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
We got tangled up in bed
Our legs, hands, fingers, bodies
Unnaturally twisted, intertwined
All crazy angles…
Why? Because of Kama Sutra typos!
Tatizo letu sisi kama sisi ni kwamba hatuna elimu lakini ni wajuaji
Tatizo letu sisi kama sisi ni kwamba hatutaki kutembea bali kukimbia
Tatizo letu sisi kama sisi ni kwamba hatushibi,
Tunakula mpaka tunajamba
Tuna ujeuri usiokuwa na faida
Tuna ujeuri usiokuwa wa kawaida
Na tunaona ni sawa tu.
Tatizo letu sisi kama sisi ni wanafiki, Tunasema ndio kumbe tunamaanisha la
Tatizo letu sisi kama sisi ni wavivu, hatuoni maana ya kuchapa kazi, Sio kufanya kazi bali kuchapa kazi Tuna ujeuri usiokuwa na faida
Tuna ujeuri usiokuwa wa kawaida
Na tunaona ni sawa tu.
Tatizo letu sisi kama sisi hatupendani, Tunathamini watu wa nje kuliko wa ndani Chakushangaza hata hawa ndugu zetu kina nyani Huwa wanapeana heshima fulani
Tuna ujeuri usiokuwa na faida
Tuna ujeuri usiokuwa wa kawaida
Na tunaona ni sawa tu.
Sisi kama sisi hatuwezi kuendelea
Maana tayari kizazi chetu kimeshapotea
Wale waliobaki kazi yao kubwa ni kuwaonea na kuwatendea wale wenzao wanao wategemea
Ule ujeuri usiokuwa wa kawaida na faida sasa umebaki kutuzomea
Na tunaona ni sawa tu.
© SMS
Rondelet: Don't blame India, the land of the 64 artful Kama-Sutra positions
for the Punjabi Lady in an all-night jogging bus
Don't blame India
For a thousand three hundred years
Don't blame India
Bored by repetitive Kama
And pedologic incest - tears
In iron-hosing buses - cheers!
Don't blame India
(c) T. Wignesan, Paris, 2013
I blow light gale past her potent yearnings,
Rave eyes skirting over unblemished skin,
Silky fragile, creamy mask as sweat dew;
Ferments deep intent in her naked undoing?
Squeals with relish uttered sighs from lewd lips,
Pure music echo in liquid ordeal,
Desperate solo love's quiver in voice;
Like a song her body sings to my beats.
Delightful fragrance in magical spells,
Fresh to the mind with its sweet aroma,
Overpowers each sensual arousal;
Serenade moments in copious desire.
A touch of passion etched with surrender,
Forces her to pursue the wild seduction,
Burning with unknown fire and ecstasy;
Tender vigor rubs the new temptation.
Feel for the enigma behind this fire,
Coupled souls in celestial divinity,
Tastes the ultimate of earth pleasure;
Secure twined bodies in their end less joy.
Lady, you were so far ahead in the last opinion poll
but now all your rivals paint you like a bumbling fool.
Well, you got it coming for the answer you had given
to a very simple question is full of unnecessary spin.
If you're asked something requiring a straight yes or no,
then, damn it, just give a plain yes or no at the word 'Go'.
People are not amused when you say you are against it,
only to declare in the next breath that you are really for it.
Kama Sutra politics, too many variations and positions!