Prajapathi, bidding farewell.

Your mouth – in hesitant silence –
Speaks to me, as your lips twitch,
As your eyes watch. Your breath shifts
Your taut bosom, as you hold in check
What I know you feel.

You tell me, with carefully chosen words
You have practiced so well for years,
That I must go and come back in safety,
For your friendship will await me.
I harden as I watch you stand there for me to go.

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Prajapathi, of her silence

Whenever I bring up the topic of
Romance on your side,
You sink into silence. Or you sidestep like
A Center nestling the ball for the national team,
Running for a goal in the safety of silence.
You bypass my verbal traps,
And you seek the sanctuary of mundane trash.

You are someone I would only have
In the silence of a cave.
You, whom I would breathe in, when you
Lay down breathing out; you, whose
Unknown depths that strive to keep the cold fires concealed,
Would be used to burn my desire
Till its crust would crumble off.

Our mating would be quick,
Penetration,without frills.
In that intense drive will be enough love,
Enough longing for eternity.

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Prajapathi, her navel (II)

Prajapathi, warm goddess,
On the bed forbidden to me by your
Fruitless marriage, when I
First freed you of your arresting robes
And feasted – like first man –
On the rich offer of your
Fruitful orbs of lust,

As you punctuated into my ear
Love moans unheard by the cobwebs of that room
For months and months,

As you squirmed in a feeling that you
Were battling within your own self to
Master and to let it master you,

I touched the depth of your navel
With the stab of a flickering tongue,
Hissing into its curvaceous hollow
The wetness of warm desire, roping it with
The hoovering round of my mouth,

And I felt your flesh contract,
Your breath hold high,
And I knew, Prajapathi, that you needed that touch
Which would carry a message to your depths,
For you to be released into my love.

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Prajapathi, her navel

A perfect circle
And a geometric genius,
Deep in its hollow
For a lover’s tongue to dip in.

The right size to hold a
Marble, laid down with love,
A container for a dew drop
And a sight to make you spin.

As you spasm it shudders helpless, so lost, intoxicated,
Purdahed under your tank tops, in silence, under-rated.

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Prajapathi, after sucking

I told you, don’t moan,
I told you not to make slurpy sounds
When you run your mouth over my dick,
And you were hurt that I said so,
And later, on that, a quarrel you would pick.

You say that there should be no barriers to desire.
I contradict that, specially as your
Small son watches the cartoons, ,next room.
You, bended knee, tongue twirled around my shaft
Take me higher and lower, between pleasure and doom.

The foreskin you pull way back, suck the
Reddened rocket-head with exaggerated greed,
Deep-throat it and run your tongue around in a frenzy,
Moving in and out, at breakneck speed.
You were never known among guys to go down on your knees.

Later, a shower later, you’re in my arms
And I kiss you; your eager lips I staple
With my lips that search your taste, while
I caress soft your nipple, your boob, shoulder and neck
While the other hand feels the fat layers around your waist.

You murmur you want this forever,
But you tell me you know that you can’t —
That you would rather have me as master
And be a servant to my pole; that you will
Give all in the world it takes to make me work your hole.

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Prajapathi, biting her tit

Then, cupping your boob,
Squeezing its orbit tight,
You brought it towards my mouth,
And in the starless night

I saw the silhouette of you
As you bent towards me,
One hand in that cupping act,
The other, striving to have my member free.

You pushed your tight udder
Forcing it against my lips
That I drew them in with such force
As one let’s the wanton lust as it grips.

Its soft fleshy hardness as it
Hardens into my mouth I drew,
And I felt my dick go stiff
As if to stiffen at such a warm taste it knew.

I groped at your free orb,
Squash it against your chest
And you harden your hold around my dick,
Putting its reflexes to the test.

A shrill, demented cry of a mating cat
Pierces the sky from somewhere there
On a roof somewhere, in a dark shadow,
When you mount me, push me in the snare.

You start steady and slow, and you
Gather strength in pace,
You slide up, slide down,
In a lustful crazy daze.

I bite hard your grain,
Making you gasp and groan,
But, then, surcharged, you ride
Moanful, to the night alone.

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