Nandita To Nandini
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Under Your Spell And Other Poems free porn video
CELEBRATING THE SERPENT
Semen streamers--
Orgasmic masks--
Costumes of sperm--
Writhing bodies
Dancing cheek to cheek--
The music controls
Everything we do,
And the harmony
And the melody
Are inscribed upon
The microchips
Fate has embedded
In your soul.
Come to the window,
Look
Into the eyes of your destiny;
See its merciless,
Ravenous hunger,
Its need to feed.
You have the same look
On your face
When you penetrate me,
Driving the hard length
Of you deep into my entrails,
As though you mean
To split me in two,
One for now, one for later.
Sex is not love;
It is posturing
And positioning:
You on top,
Me on the bottom;
Me before you,
On my elbows and knees,
Your cock long and hard,
Mine soft and limp;
Your chest flat and firm,
My breasts soft, swinging
Metronomes, like my own
Cock and balls,
Keeping time, time, time
To your assault
Upon my body and my mind.
It is time again
(It is always time)
To celebrate the serpent,
To worship the snake.
ETERNITY'S RECKONING
The cave is cool
And dark,
But they've installed
Lights, here and there,
To light the stalactites
And the stalagmites
That form fangs
Above and below
Our wandering.
I wade into the pool
Inside the wet mouth,
Feeling the palate
Upon my head,
And the jaws close
Over me, and the tour
Guide calls, "Stay
On the path; it's dangerous
To leave the trail
Others have blazed for you
Unless you, too,
Are a spelunker
Adept with abysses."
There is a soft sucking sound,
And the floor gives way
Under me, and I fall down,
Into Nothingness, and I am
No more your boyish girl,
No more your girly boy,
No more yours
In any way, shape, or form,
Just a shadow on the wall,
Among the stalactites
And the stalagmites
Of eternity's reckoning.
UNDER YOUR SPELL
I start the day
Under your spell,
Music and sweet
Voices singing
The same sad song
Of love unrequited,
And a tear burns its way
Though the flesh
Of my face;
I wonder, does it
Touch your soul?
Does it mean
Anything at all to you?
The music swells,
As if a grand finale
Were at hand,
But there is nothing,
Not even Nirvana,
To heal my wounds,
And the bright, sad tears
Are violins ripped
To frenzy with the bow
Of your indifference,
And I cry and cry
All day, under your spell.
Tamera
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