Nikhil Chandwani, 4 february 2012
Sweet like honey, intoxicating like wine.
The rollercoaster, that's so appealing.
Those curves, those juicy lips.
As I breathe in the thick air that tells me.
As each muscle relaxes and tighten all at the same time.
Its you, your body that's radiating this warmth.
Your appeal entrances the heart
Infatuating all sensibility.
From the tips of your toes
To the last strand of your hair
I am taken by your sensual appeal.
The thought of you
Causes my temperature to rise.
At the sight of you I perspire
With explosive eruptions of fervor
I desire immediate fulfillment.
I am trapped in you inner abmitious lust.
your vision-blurring, spine-tingling, top-of-the-head-
Is a form of hypnosis---My heart is bound by your beauty
I salute your SEX APPEAL
Nikhil Chandwani, 4 february 2012
You cast your shadow in my way:
I melt as winters snow
beneath a afternoon warmth
Fall as rushing waters
cascading into wavelets.
Drown in depths of
desire, promiscuously.
In simple words,
Like the motion of the grasses
When the wind lays them down
Across the meadows;
Like a whisper breath of spring
Unwrapping buds in quiet magnificence.
I want to see
Your dreams, in the darkest of nights.
I want to smile as you blush
and giggle with you
at nothing at all.
I want to be your lover
and find the passions
that move you to action.
I want to be the softness
that induces you to trust.
I want to be the naughty
that makes you come back for more.
I want to please and satisfy you.
I want to trap your fire inside me,
Enslave you with my charms.
I want to drink your molten lava,
I want to explode in your arms.
I want to share your breakfast
and your dinner,
I want you in the shower
and in your bed and
Your strong arms, the legs
that power your thrust,
your lips of pleasure,
these are the fuel of my desire
no it is no secret, my beauty.
and to put it in three easy words
I love you.
Nikhil Chandwani, 28 december 2011
A touch of finger delicate and slippery
,with the slight breath of warmth
We fought our resistance beneath our soft hands.
As the wind flowed from the window above us
Eyes met briefly and begged for the chance
,to abandon all of our uncertainties.
I drew you close, holding your hands
.gradually tilted your soft neck to blush my lips..
Then heated tongues met in the midst,
of hot and quickening breath
.Tickling you, tickle, tickle,
goes my tongue
.Now I press my lips gently to yours.
Rubbing your lips back and forth
against mine
and greedily we drank the wine
of our lusts.
I trail kisses of passion all over your face
.Then back to your mouth
.Our tongues dance together.
We are exploring.
I circle your tongue with the tip of mine.
You echo the pattern back to me..
Our slow rhythm gave way,
To urgent and demanding thrusts of passion,
You left me smiling and soaked
,In oblivion again and again,
As you growled my name
from the back of your throat,
And our lips both demanded more,.
The taste of your tongue between my lips
,Was like no other.
To hear your cry of mercy,
When my teeth met your warm skin for a bite,
was more breathtaking than you knew.
Yet I still released the control to you.
As you wound your hands in my hair
and pulled until the flesh on my neck was taut.
We made this love
which wasonly paced by the rhythm of our hearts
.Accelerated by the hunger for more
The cycle seemingly never ending.
Hunger and the attempt to satisfy it.
Our hearts thundering like a storm on the sea of love.
The frenzied yet graceful,
almost poetic energy abounds.
We erupt in a flow of passionate waves
that humbles the nearby sea.
This lovely moment has never been more beautiful
As we lie together in each other's embrace;
The taste of you,
the feel of naturea beautiful moment - in my memory forever encased.
-Nikhil Chandwani
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