Saturday, October 15, 2011


With both hands
clasped gently around.
Not too soft
Neither hard.
Without a squeeze
or knead.
The thumb’s nail pierced
into the swirl on the head;
Making its way,
A little before the pulp,
Holding the hem
between the finger tips.
With her gaze fixed.
And her face at a close distance.
Thus, began
the undressing.
Peeling off the inhibition.
what was within.
Amid a light spray of freshness;
Like the sea breeze
On the sandy shore.
She looked with one eye closed
Not because she felt coy;
But just to avoid the burn.
Now the magic potion
Dripped and flowed
To her elbow.
Lips lay coated
sweet and sour.
A tinge of tang
Teased and tickled
Her taste buds.
With the pip,
the peel lay spiraled.
The pulp
attained salvation.
And she cleansed
her hands;
Feeling content
after indulgence.


28rj said...

I repeat. This is CLASS.

Jyoti Mishra said...

Intense n deep..
beautiful imagery !!

pygmalion said...

ticking philosophy:)
enjoyed the feel.. Best wishes Amit!

Saru Singhal said...

Profound Expression...Few words took my senses away...


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R Sudhir Kumar said...

Its been a long time since I read a poem and Lo! it is a suberb one, I loved the photo. would love to get more details on how you tried this

Lavanya Snigdha said...

lol... I'm gonna be able to look at your face without thinking about this... :P

R.Ramakrishnan said...

Beautifully composed poem !

sprinklesofchatter said...

I loved the sensual overtones...
Very nicely written!