Sometimes you lick my fingers, instead of doing what is to be done.
Sometimes I lick your nipples instead of doing what is to be done.
Sometimes we are not we, when nude.
Sometimes we are but not nude.
I keep remembering everything.
About that warm winter.
Tied and blindfolded,
she is now eager to dissolve
within the sheets.
You are left to choose
between love or ecstasy
for her tonight
and she will pretend
you took your time
deciding between them.
It is still cold
than our bare blanket-wrapped bodies can bear anyhow,
shall we cuddle and create the warmth of the sun?
Dreams breathe in slumber,
terrorized by the dying light.
A peninsula of thoughts,
floats in the sea of night.
The sheets wrestled
with the aching limbs.
The flesh entangled together,
breathing a melodious hymn.
Don’t you want to sleep?
You must be tired.
We had our fun now,
you must retire.
Go now into an abyss,
to be dissolved unseen.
Heal your fractured memories,
from the blood of my peeled skin.
We shall meet again in summer,
when this air smells of rain.
as strangers, as lovers
but with our faces changed.
It rained that night,
for the air was a sinful blend
of your pleasant smell
and the fresh petrichor.
In the sheets, we drowned for eternity,
like bare mermaids and mermen, making love
in the darkest hours to rage the calmed sea.
We forget our meaningless existences,
the two vagrant souls found a home within each other.
as I traced your curves;
your hair leaned to hide
your shyness from being naked,
as the incessant clouds
hides the modesty of the sky.
For your adorable smile,
I waited until the dawn.
the sunshine crowned your beauty
while gracing your modesty in the morning.
but you disrobed the curtains
and yourself slowly to threw away the crown
of beauty
and at that moment I knew,
It was going to be the longest night of ours.
drops are torturing my patience,
slowly traversing the spine,
In a frozen lake,
incensed with the dead past,
hymns and chants,
the mist and howls of winds,
kiss and dispose me,
a flesh impure for offering,
I believe
I lie on the ice naked with you,
seeking the last ounce of warmth,
through your curves,
I traced every inch,
in the dying moonlight,
till you slithered my neck,
and kiss me one last time,
with fear in my eyes,
an ocean of ecstacy in my heart,
and a smell of incense hemorrhaging my brain,
I sleep for eternity.
a kiss at the back of neck,
a hand slowly reaching between thighs,
this night gonna devours over and over,
for once in my life, I never wanted the sunlight.
– S. Bhardwaj
Writings to Heaven 