Unbound Love

She had a glow to shine; had a shine to glow

Love unleashed the life to heart

& the heart relinquished everything to bow

She had a lit to flicker so she flickered ov'r the night 

I watched her wavin'  along winds

when she "Voosh-ed" the lamp with smile

Darkness was all around, but the warmth on our surround 

She closed her very eyes in love & I fiercely broke her shell, Unbound.

Mrs. Ann

I.
I fathom your waistline for reason,
You volume the depth of my heart
that’s being capricious season-to-season
I be the bird, an eagle, a fortunate pigeon
... don’t have any coastline to land on
so am always having myself involved with liaison
I'm no prisoner but trespassed in your love-prison

II.
Nina Bonita, Molto caldo your body is,
Hypnotic Italian decent you are
German Campania's owed to your breath
for having heartlians' torn apart
I know, your mother/father belonged to Italy
So Italian she/he was
& your father/mother came outta somewhere...
but always slept in a wrong corner of trespass

III.
Succulent beauty, of course, you are.
Womanizer heart, a pervert, Ultimately, i’m
You surely a liberated woman i’ve ever seen
My heart longs to get involved with BDSM affair, Ma`am.
Your mouth smells like fresh strawberry
& sweeten tongue alike prime blueberry
I need to get roamed on you
for bumming the thirst of milk-diary
The milk have you stored in you
& the diary has your flesh contained
Everything you’ve to satisfy my wants this night
Why don’t we start off playing “sinister game?"

IV.
I’m no doctor by profession
but you surely a nurse by night
Lace up, you Miss lass
Our fate has...
brought us together ‘neath the silver sky, tonight
We high in love -- the love that am infatuated with
Since the day my eyes X-Rayed you “the whole”,
I’ve been shaken from top to bottom, a bid

IV.
I doth see that your feminism needs to get relaxed
You taste pretty good so does your warmed flesh
I’m always hanging around your spirit
whether you like or dislike ‘tis heinous hack
You’re a daughter of your father
but I wonder, what ‘bout your mother?
Ledesma grenade she has always been
who tempted many hearts with the shudder
The same oozing appeal you’re born with
Your mother gifted you whatever you’ve in today
I may see it all through your gestures & poses
that’s only appeared in femdom mistresses, Olé

V.
                                 Enough talks we’ve done;                                
Words in bulk we’ve shared;
Time’s keep rushing through land
Why don’t we embark on...
the treatment of each other, Mrs. Ann?
Your husband... sleeping well in his bed;
Kids’ve got love & light... so delight
What’re you awaiting for, Eurobabe?
No one’s gonna disturb us at mysterious night.

Noxiousness

***

“The sun’s never up but certainly down
Let me slay you this night,
before you become a mist at dawn.”

Your love -- a nootropic supplement
of noxiousness " stuck deep in my
phenomenal heart;
Your spirit -- an impassioned, oratorical
intuition of abstractions
belonged to nocuous femdom..
makes us both swingers ov’r the fertility of
possessive/dominant night,
I undoubtedly shoot my liquid in you
& you get inseminated by me, I recite.

“See, I slay you with evocative aggression
You loose your everything to me,
& we both go hooked (chocked) up with transgression.”

***

Ps. Here's a prompt - writingprompt that I'd tweeted on my #twitter page & had got a very good .. even great response from web-writers. Not even my followers but the rest of the writers too retweeted and liked/favorite my this below tweet. (6-R and 4-F) .. have a look:

"Do things with passion.
Make love with aggression.
Feel the electricity deep inside
for the sake of transgression."

The Unset Mind

~*~*~

"When the mind's not at work,

The heart wanders across liberated desserts

Life becomes an illusive controversy of dizziness...

trembling into the greyscale ashes of lacklustre excerpts

The life's seemed to be written in unwritten pages

Words leaped in from the thrones of splashing head - 

- The head's spiritless but values untold visions -

- Visions that get you the trinkets of undisguised nightmares, unsaid

The life - a stuffed bookshelf; needs to be reset

One must understand the hidden wants of furrowed heart

that's dragged ov'r the mazes of mind, unset."

~*~*~

Inferno ~ The Helpless Night

Firmly naked... she was so wrapped around the lace of curtain

Gasp, I snatched her real hard. O' her prime age -- so Uncertain.

~*~*~

Her rising young age had her sleepless...

..ov’r the tints of pastel nights;

She took motionless curves ov’r the edges;

Like a fish without water, she squirmed all ov’r the lonely room

It’s been in ages...  since she spanked with boom

So, Serpent, I became for her... for life...

..couldn’t see her passing through such tremors’ of sudden love.

Behind the veil of epidemic night

& under the sharp predispositions of cockled moon,

I violently, enormously & utterly vigorously fed to her captivating hunger.

Her warbler prime age full of intense oozing appeal..

...discoed blatantly during nasty hours with deep possessions', first

Helplessly wrapped in the advancement of quivering night, I entered her womanhood;

& destructively quenched her insatiable thirst

She hummed for a moment, but needed some more.. 

... was reaching beyond sexual appeal

I got stunned to see such raged appetite

-- O' the fifty shades on fifth wheel --

I listened to her ‘Ahann... Ahann’ ov’r the bad behaviour of naked night...

splashed by the inferno... of lust, 

She relinquished herself to me & I punished her real hard, Thunderously Malign.

~*~*~

I tasted her skin, Rage

The night was helpless, during intercourse, so her prime age.

Special Note:

This's a very fascinating write itself. I had posted it across web around on 8-9 July/2015 & got smashing reviews from across the web-writers. It's always pretty interesting to hear from others. Today, on 13-14th. July/2015, one writer named "Lynn" (from web) reviewed this write and claimed herself to be one of my fans. Let's take a look at her review:

Lynn: exquisitely seductive and yet tastefully splayed and served for in a ballet of passion for the reader :)

You're a passionately gifted writer, dear poet, and I am a fan for sure :)

Her review made my night. It's night as of this very moment and I just thought to paste her review with the post.. as a recollection of memory. I find some kinda inspiration in words when people/writers read my stuffs & do let me know what they resonate from there. Always amazing!

She deserved more than thanks, cause, there's very few ones who truly become your fan, so. I wrote her a very beautiful poetry to thank her. Here's a poetry that I wrote for her:

***

"The sun bounded down...

every ray of its sadism stepped down to your pedicure feet;

Winds bowed their coldness

to the.. moistness of your furrowed lips,

When, the rain was ‘bout to fall down ‘pon raged hearts,

you waved the wand of love across lives

& blew the clouds away to the tryst of coastline

The world... the moon chuckled to have the universe

so intoxicated ‘bout you;

You got the rein ‘pon uncontrolled hearts...

For that, sadistic breaths would loose/lost toward you

& As the sapphire ocean kissed the glimpse of your figment

Nothing seemed to be alive anymore...

just without you,

The lord of love & the God of etiquettes

both relinquished themselves to your noxious smiles

You embraced the whole world... for good

& had an every shade of heart divined, undisguised."

***

And. here comes her reply with more wisdom:

Lynn:

Adams,

I love the poem :))) Thank you so much, for taking the time to express your gratitude in such a beautiful way. I am truly honored and deeply moved that you would do such a thing. 

Reading your work...the pleasure is always mine, sir :) You write of passion with class and finesse. It's melodic, sensual, AND intense, without being vulgar in any way. That is true artistry at it's finest :)

This thoughtfulness you have given to me, is a gift of kindness that speaks volumes of your character, Adams.

               Definately a fan....

                       Lynn

Till Morn

~*~*~

Naked in the shadow of love

I saw her dancing ov’r the rain

Dusk was hanging around salted dew

When her heart devoured dulcet pain

She told me not to leave her lone

behind the cloak of dark-hours,

I kissed her auburn hair

& whispered: “This night’s whole ours..”

“.. I’ll keep you inside my heart

but am afraid of pastel tint of morn,

Morn-lit makes me getting disappeared..

somewhere into the dune of haunted-home”

She listened to me with closed eyes

but with an open heart

Her index finger waved ‘pon my very lips

& I lost my every ache into the mist of dessert

She eluded the space;

danced along the pit-pats of colden-rain

I watched her from far place

& framed up her image across the corners of my molten brain

I saw...  

The sudden rain was getting violent on her

but she ain’t stop dancin’,

I took her hand; pulled it strongly to my chest

O' she got struck in me along frozen participation... glancing

"Her glossy hair; wet body & soften eyes

appeared alike a glimpse of heaven

that deserved to be swallowed under rainy-night,

no matter if i'm ten & she's eleven"

Then what... ?

The rain stopped falling;

Winds hit the break not to wave anymore;

Silence found everywhere

O' the storm was probably seemed to be gone

 I took her inside the room;

locked the door...

& we loved each other till the appearance of impulsive morn.

~*~*~

Wickedness ~ The End Of Salvation

Every single day I walked through forsaken streets found nothing but the figment of wickedness in guise of people - People who're being mistaken off humanitarian ridge of life.

~*~*~

Some says, love's blessing so some reckons, love be curse

You believe, love addressing...

that the life - A broken verse

I claim, the world progressing

though still it's adverse

People who think're everythin'

be the one who make the universe worse

Yet, I haven't seen the world deeply

but my heart knows, it's impetuous

Every act's being done, cheaply 

Thus the love be capricious

The life's being eaten, sweetly

& the melancholy heart's became treacherous

Every step I take to walk the land..

do find nothin' but emptiness

Lovers cross the ridge hand-in-hand

& get winded up with each other the next extent

Is this love or just a figment of infatuation?

I guess, The world's wicked

& people got surrounded by prostration

which further leads 'em to nowhere

but right to the end of salvation.

~*~*~