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No Apologies

Love the way you love yourself
No apologies
You know you have it
Cast your spells
Just by walking past

Love the way you walk
Talk, without saying a word
Saying things to me I can’t believe
I imagined or heard

You are the kind of mystery
I can never make sense of
I am happy to float on my cloud
While you laugh it off

Love the way you love yourself
No apologies
You know you have it
Charm my heart
Just by walking past

Love the way you stand
Quiet, in a world of your own
Reigning over a kingdom
I have never known

You are the kind of prize
I dream of winning
I am going to earn you
Or I will die, trying

Love the way you love yourself
No apologies
You know you have it
My soul
You claimed it
Just by walking past


He stopped pacing and looked at her as if she’d just asked him to count every leaf on every tree in the Old Place. “Because… you’re you.” ― Anne Bishop

P.S. Song recommendation. Sia – Salted Wound


Amber Irises

Owner of amber irises
And my inner recesses
You kindle lustful fires
Of long dormant desires
Just one look brings alive
My opalescent fantasies
Like a primal prophecy
I once lay low, buried
Not sure if I would survive
Now I give way to need
As amber pilfers my soul
Every pore is on a roll
I am ravenous tonight
I cannot put up a fight

My senses are saturated
Yet you toy with them
Making me inebriated
Foolish thoughts soar
There is such an uproar
You mess with my head
And my poised exterior
With amber on the prowl
My camouflage cries foul
You pry open my heart
I am naked, in and out
With pride, yet without
I am swallowed by flames
You are the one to blame

Smother me with caresses
You, owner of amber irises
Look at the stormy night
It permits me to be held tight
I salute your easy power
Submit myself as a lover
And renounce my modesty
This is me in all honesty
Tamed beneath your gaze
And yet, I am set ablaze
You dictate my movements
Self-control is past tense

I drown in amber deluge
Where might I seek refuge?
Claim my quivering body
I have never been more ready
Glorify me with touch
And one kiss too much
Behold my writhing self
In dire need of your help
Infuse into me your energy
Let us dance with synergy
Pour on me fluid gold
Amber has taken hold

Amber Eyes

The Comet and the Sun

A speck in the cosmos
Invisible to most
I drifted, aimless
A solo existence…

Being an icy rock
I knew not of love
Or fiery passion
Until I was chosen
By you.

A magnificent inferno
Brilliant, blazing ball
Of scorching warmth
Drawing me closer
Chipping away at all
The hidden parts of me

My frozen body melting
I lost control in a trice
Bits of me pulled apart
In unrestrained response
I could not stop it, no
And so I fell for you

My core swiftly exposed
I knew instantly my fate
Surrendered even so,
For I had to touch you
And fulfil my fantasies
If it meant I’d die trying.

It was impossible to save
Anyway, by then
Any part of my soul
As your strong flare
Embraced my nucleus
I had eyes only for you,
I burned in devotion
Intense emotion
And thus the end began.

Slicing the black sky
I rain down in pieces
An epic love story
Destined to end in awe
Broken, but shimmering.

I smile at my fortune
As I come crashing
On display like a firework
But far more beautiful
Thanks to you
Oh dangerous love

My dramatic burning
Attracts the eye
It’s a dazzling show
I know not what I was before
But I know who I am now
Gasping for breath
Before I succumb in joy,
I repeat how I’m only
And truly, yours.


Scents of Longing

You there, that magical
Cologne he favours,
Sharp, fresh and easy
To define his morning

Revealing a little later
Subtle notes of jasmine
A very loving scent
Reminding me well
Of his vibrant smiles

Signing off with amber
Teasing my senses
Or is it musk?
I can’t wait for dusk

I enjoy seeing him
Off to work, whistling
It is an experience
That enchants me, excites me
Watching a man merry
Embracing life like that.

I miss that much of him
When he is out, but
I can savour at leisure,
His presence in absence
You ensure that, Cologne.

I owe you a lot, for
Your fragrance is unique
Just like him, and it
Leaves me longing too,
I want more of him.


Raas Leela, the Divine Dance

Tulips bloomed shyly around the pool, flushed plum, their petals heavy with dew. Blades of grass had surrendered to the breeze, swaying this way and that willingly. The water shivered softly in anticipation as a tender gust of air caressed its skin. A silvery sheen rippled across the layer of grey, making the pool inviting enough for a dip. There were a dozen cows nodding off in the calm morning, their eyes half shut as they munched contentedly on the green turf. Calves frolicked about, chasing away the flies that buzzed as if in a choir. 

The Sun teased the Earth when her damp bosom waited for warmth to dispel her anxiety. He was mischievous today. Obliging clouds watched the proceedings in amusement. A few of the lucky fluffs had a touch of gold enveloping them. They beamed with pride as they maintained the coveted position for a minute. But other clouds tried their best to force them aside, and there was a bit of grumbling in the air.

The damsel, meanwhile, sat at the water’s edge, oblivious to her surroundings, smiling to herself. Her eyes were dripping dreams in the morning mist. She shut them for a minute, feasting on her vision of a love she worshipped. Her feet tapped by themselves, toying with the delicate anklets that tinkled sweetly. Her bright green skirt was in cheery contrast to the deep red blouse that framed her possessively. And her face, why, it looked as if all the honey in the world had poured into her luscious lips. The mole above her lips added to her beauty. Her cheeks had a touch of rose in them, faintly pink. Was she not blushing, then?

She picked a fallen feather, and rested it against her cheek as she imagined them together. The dove that had left the quill must have been a symbol of love, surely? Her heart brimmed with pleasure, eagerly waiting for the moment when they would be united. She sighed happily as time ticked by. A peacock appeared out of nowhere, heaving in vanity. The time had come. It spread out its plumage like the rainbow come alive. As it began prancing, the damsel stirred. She felt it. HE was nearby, watching her.

She got to her feet in confusion. Where was He? And then, she heard his flute work its magic, hypnotizing her. She surrendered. And she felt a pair of arms claim her by the waist. As she blushed deeper and bowed her head, The Lord raised her chin and looked into her bashful eyes. The wise rain drops showered the lovers with blessings. Slowly and in a trance, young girls from the village crept towards the pool in envy. They too wanted a share of the beloved Lord. He smiled at them in understanding as He held Radha close to His chest. And then, they all danced like a dream to the tunes of passion…


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