kamasutra

“This is for you.””What is it?””Its my love.”chuckle.. “Your love?”rattling… “A little small to be your love..”Sweet melody I call your laugh, “Just open it..””hummmmmm…” the wrapper tears”hum… its a book!””Not just a book..”Our eyes lock..”the KamaSurtra?” Titled in your perfect penmanship.Blood rushes to my cheeks…”Read the dedication..” mischievous smile..Pages turn… “We will go to heaven you and I… HAHA! More like hell, the pair of sinners..””Just read it!” Your warm breath tickles the nape of my neck.Smile. “We will go to heaven you& I,

I am sure you are wondering why?

Because you see with love as pure as ours making love comes naturally,

and with love so pure making love is an act of worship,

the truest appreciation of the greatest gift God gave mankind..“Tears roll down one cheek and your lips gently devour them, your hands cradle my hips and my head finds its favorite spot on your chest.”So when we succumb to these desires, we have shielded from the world, we will not be sinners in the eyes of God.. but merely submitting to him in worship in the pursuit of our union. You are all I need in heaven, and you are my heaven on earth… I love you…“Two heart beats become one.Two souls one.One rhythm.One beat. .But…..A question still lingers …”Why..”A long finger slides to my navel..”Why what..””Why are the pages empty…”That smile makes me weak…”Honestly?””Always..””I couldn’t find the Kamasurta for Dummies,”Synchronized laughter echoes off the walls and we are one again. The heat is intense… then the peak.Silence prevails, unless you count the deep sighs, the thump thump thump of exhausted hearts…”Honestly? I thought we could write our own …” The whisper barely slips through the ears… hands intertwine and sweet slumber takes over….”Always…..”

Find me

I beg of you. Find me. Once more be the ornament of my body, the captain of my soul.

I beg of you to take me. Rip me so tenderly, just like the first time. Tear through the hymen of my innocence and plant the seeds of love.

Find me. I beg of you.  In the darkness that has befallen.

Come onto me like you did that day. So completely exhausted in passion. Linger within me like you did that day, as I floated in heaven.

Find me.. I beg of you. Find me again.

figment of my imagination

I remember so clearly your olive smooth skin. The fresh reddish sprinkle of freckles on the tip of your nose and cheeks. I remember how time stood still when I ran into you, our eyes locked. I was mesmerized by the depth of your soul, lost in the deep emerald greens. But it was your dimples that made my heart skip a beat. Or perhaps it was that subtle smile. The one that briefly crossed your soft curved lips and shone in your eyes instead.
I remember like yesterday the sparks that ignited when we touched. How your silky chestnut brown hair swayed when you moved.

All this is etched in my memory like it has lasted a lifetime. Reality was only 10 seconds long. I remember the glances as we passed each other in the halls.  I remember turning away shyly and pulling the curtain when you stopped and waved.  I rember all this as if it had happened yesterday.

I remember blushing when you took the stage as Mowgli, clad only in sheep’s skin.  It awakend within me passion forbidden. For years later I longed to be the young girl clad in the maroon sari who stole your heart. Knowing all along it was I who lived there already.

A decade and half has passed. MY! it has been so long. I wonder at times if you were only a figment of my imagination. An apparition created by a lonely child, in a forigen land to cope  with the brutality of life.

Then the wind caresses my cheek and my heart stumbles. A warmth shudders through my body and I know. You exist with me, in my memories, my hope. My true love. For then, for now and for always. We couldn’t be together in this world, but we will be together forever in the life after.

Even if you are a figment of my imagination .. you are the greatest memory of my life.

Mother’s love

I have never known it. You profess it is discipline that you admire most. And you wave your fist profoundly, “This has kept them in line.” you boast shamelessly.

I resent you. Each time your knuckles  struck my skull, my neck, my back. I resented you. Slowly over time it has fostered only hate within me for you.

Your discpline taught me to resent God. It drew me away from scripture. Becuase it only mattered to you that I said things right. My eye stung with tears and my head buzzed with the impact of your fist. ONCE… TWICE… and then ONCE more… If God could forgive me why did you feel the need to punish?

I tired to stop the tears from rolling down my soft cheeks.  I made an effort to continue reading the words God gifted us with. My speech slurred.

CHETAK!

No more. A voice inside me screamed: You will not be abused with the book of God in your hands. Walk away.

CHETAK!

I walked away. Kissed the holy book and all I remember as I climbed the chair to place it back on the mantel is the impact of your angry fist.

Confessions of a Fool

You had me doped. Had me wrapped around your fat white fingers. Drooling over you like a sad puppy in love. And like the loyal hound I defended you. I stood up for you when the town called you names, the devil in disguise. I stood up for you when they pointed at your child and shook their heads and predict her foul fate. I! It was me who prayed for your salvation. It was me who put you on a pedestal, it was me who looked up to you like a role model. But aye a pity. You didn’t even blink before you sold my soul to the devil.

You had me fooled… aye you did. I was fooled by the scarf on your head, your eloquence, by you piety and by your passion. But now I know. You are nothing but a wolf in sheep’s garb just waiting for innocents to stray far before you ponce and make a deal. I never saw it coming. Even when you lifted the danger of deceit and stabbed me in the heart. I only saw the angle I always labeled you to be.

I am ashamed. I am ashamed that I let you FOOL me.

kArMa is a BITCH

and its coming for YOU, you chipmunk lookin mean ass hoe!

There are few people I HATE in this world and this bitch is the definitely top dog in my list of the cursed. Slavery was OUTLAWED in the U. S. OF A incase you didn’t get the memo! You are good for nothin thief who makes a living sucking the lives out of young passionate people like me. I CURSE U.

You will NEVER make it beyond that crappy little office on Lorain that is infested with mice and laced with mice dropping. Sooner or later the world will know the truth about who you really are. So go ahead… send ALL the emails you can filled with lies about me. Cause KARMA is a bitch and it will come back and bite your big ass off!

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