Beware The Love Temple!

By Deepthy Krishna D

The valour of blood

They say

Pressing into the

Back seat of

Firm concrete bench

Of privilege!

The hot swirls of

Power emanating

Out of the tea cup

In hand; safe seated

In that relaxed pose

They despise

those under privileged;

Striping them more naked!

Like a master:

"O come and stand over

And let me check the fine tunes

On you beneath

The white loin cloth

Down your belly

Stand straight with

Bowed head and coyness

Flavoured with a tinge of fear!

Feel my breath behind your

Curves where my hand seals

Glance at me like a hapless

Dove and strip your meek feathers

One by one..

Let my fingers discover

Unfathomed depths in you

Bear the strange pleasure of pain

Like an island goddess!

Let me find the vastness

Of your breath

Bow down to have

A check on your ups and downs

Let me pinch your naughty

Haughtiness with a small

Bite on those purple black cherries

On your butters.

If you won't allow me

Let me have some

Gentle slaps on your

Backyard of perplexity!

With that quivering turn

Show me the way

To the hallowed temple

Adorned with snow

Clad velvet buttered

In rose petals...

I want you to bow down

Across the mandapa

Devoting your royal locks

waiting for me

To open...

To play the strings attached

On your playing sitar

Let my crazy fingers

Do try the infinite ragas

In you,, rhythmically fastening

Like a turbid harmony...

I want to hear your low and high notes

Stretching beyond the four walls

Of the love temple....

Let your music wake

The dancing viper in you

And show me the glistening

Hood of captivating

Captivity. !

And sanctify me with

Your elixir

Slashing out my

Purple kiss!!"

By Deepthy Krishna D