THE ANATOMY OF A KISS

When his fingertips
cup your cheeks within
his firm grip and those
luscious lips trace and
traverse through the
outline of your smile
making you gasp which
in return provides him
with an entry and that's
when he loses track of
time and tide.

Gradually, he proceeds
further to encapsulate
the warmth of your cheek
cells as his tongue dances
upon yours while you can
hear your panting heartbeat
thumping against your own
ears. — % &Things escalate and
he reduces the proximity
of spaces between you
two, settles nearer and
encloses his arms about
your waist as his neck
sways to keep up with
his rattling actions
pouring from his lips
onto yours.

You hold his wrists
in reflex while crossing
the threshold of former
boundaries leading upto
an amorous course of
events and your tongue
swipes into the liplock,
you manage to startle
him; there's a humming
reverberation which echoes
upon your skin and a vibrating
chuckle follows through from
his side. — % &There are soft
sighs and eager
whimpers who
fall in line and fall
into the pursuit
of a sizzling
sensation.


You are eagerly shameless
and therefore swallow his
laughter filled moans so
as a return favour he catches
your gasps, sighs and ragged
breathing without dropping
any catch. — % &

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A BROWN GIRL'S GUIDE
TO ANATOMY

(SPOKEN WORD POETRY)

I'm a brown girl with
an oval shaped face,
Which looks round in
several places.
I'm not your average
fair looking Goddess,
I'm someone with
an olive skin tone
with my own assets—
So don't ask me to
mask it with Besan and
Haldi to satisfy your regular taste,
If it's required I'll go by my pace.
— % &Athletic yet curvy
A young woman with thunder
thighs and a merry looking
pooch of belly,
A lass in her early twenties
With stretch marks sitting
on her hips and pelvis,
She has an Amazon forest
down in her intimate valley
Which goes down to her
ankles and feet.
Though she trims and cleans
Her hairy nature doesn't
make her grimace,
Unlike the way society
portrays hair on women
to be gross and a mess.— % &Despite a radiant skin
She often has spots and acne
popping up on her face.
She has pear shaped breasts
and moles almost everywhere,
On wrists and arms, on her chin
and the thigh of her left leg,
Another one which rests right
above her chest
So she is self aware and knows
herself,
She's face to face with her
traits
With hygiene and cleanliness
acceptance must appear,
For acceptance paves the
pathway to be more glowing
and clear. — % &She adores her butt cracks
and a regular morning breath
Or how her withering
patches of dark circles
are gradually leaving
marks of an approaching
new day,
She has hues of red born
from the sunrise of bliss,
rising and flushing on the
hills of her cheeks.

— % &

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ANATOMY OF A
PASSIONATE EMBRACE


His fingers traced the sidelines
of her back, forearms and shoulders
then gradually glided across her
collarbones, shoulder girdles,
by the crevices of her chest
then rested on her stomach.
She sighed, he watched.

A smooth tshirt fell
on the floor and she
was revealed, her
upper body on display
and he gazed slowly,
taking in her features
one by one without
further movements
or actions.

— % &His eyes were fixated
around her mammary
glands and their gaze
met; she didn't feel coy
or hesitant, rather held
his wrist and guided his
palm to where her steady
heartbeat rested, the
moment his fingertips
made contact with
her exposed bosom
she fluttered her eyelids
and closed them.

— % &Her chest rose and
fell with a rhythmic
breathing, then he
tenderly tapped
across her chest
area and wrapped
her within the cozy
confines of his arms,
she was exposed in
every aspect but didn't
require any intensified
attention to feel cherished
or wanted.
— % &He held her
back and grazed
his lips on her
neck then gradually
brushed them across
her shoulder blades
and pressed his lips
firmly against her
bare skin. — % &

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THE ANATOMY OF
BITES AND NIBBLING


His arms caught her
in a friendly grasp
from behind and
gradually he tapped
his fingers then coiled
a soothing grip around
her throat while taking
her left hand in his left
palm and vigorously
brushed his lips over
her neck and shoulders
by grazing his kisses
back and forth.


— % &She gasped, her
eyes fluttered then
gradually were shut;
he chuckled then
made a firm grip
around her throat
and deeply pressed
more kisses on her
shoulders with lips
pressing tender dents
upon her cotton like skin.

He lifted her face upwards
and their eyes caught
glances; she watched
him intently and his
eyes crinkled with joy,
adoration and affection.
— % &She moved closer
and his right hand
rested by the waist,
in return she could
sense his lips dropping
whispers by the back
of her head.



He pulled
her into a
warm embrace
and continued
his sweet exploitation
while peppering his
mouth on her shoulders
with silent touches
and she squirmed
playfully as giggles
fell from her lips
easily.


— % &And her fingers
continued to
trace patterns,
circles and squares
on his upper back while
she quickly cascaded
her motions to and fro,
then gradually tapped
on his spine region only
to wrap her arms around
his defined waistline. — % &

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THE ANATOMY OF
FRICTION & FABRIC



Sitting astride
when her arms
coil around your
neck and you
out of instincts
provide her with
a spacious space.

— % &It's only an indolent
exploitation which
you'd experience,
when she arches
her back with the
friction of fabric
brushing against
your senses, you'd
feel the rising rage.



Be it in sensual rhythms
or figure eights, her charms
still do prevail.— % &

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THE ANATOMY OF
SAVOURING CURRY


Ever so tenderly he
dipped his fingers in
a bowl of spicy paneer
curry and firmly thrust
his palm forward while
holding up his hand to
savour the flavour and
spices which were
amalgamated
within the dish.

I watched as my eyes darted
from his gaze to the raised hand
in front of me.— % &Holding his wrist
I pulled his hand
close to these lips,
grazed them over
his fingers one by
one and suckled
on them individually
with an eager longing;
hints of cream, mashed
spices blended into my
taste buds while my
tongue darted in and
out lapping up on his
skin, licking the curry
clean off of his hands. — % &His eyes darkened
and those eyelids
drew the curtains.
With parted lips,
he sighed and
often gasped.

I chuckled and
tenderly kissed
his hand for a
final time. — % &He took me
by surprise
as he poured
the remnants
from that curry
and held my
hand in his,
frolicking his
tongue in
extended slow
pace and gestures,
with a huge grin
and a devious smile
plastered across his
face as those golden
brown eyes bore into
my darker ones.
— % &Finally he
smothered
and grazed
on my lower
lips and chin
after smearing
some more from
that unfinished
bowl for an ultimate
finale of this sizzling
situation.

He pressed his kisses
with a firm pressure yet
stayed gentle and his
lips cleaned up my chin
and skin with utterly delicate
motions and when his eyes
fell on mine, all I saw was
honesty, respect and assurance.— % &

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THE ANATOMY OF
CHEESE SANDWICH 🥪


That morning, your
sleep left you as your
nose sensed the presence
of mayonnaise being
stirred with pieces of
garlic and green chillies
so you tiptoed downstairs
and she stood busy, her
hands preoccupied while
stuffing the batter into
breads consecutively.— % &You gently
padded into
the room without
breaking the veil
of her intense focus
and kept on watching,
when her hands swiftly
added more batter on
top of each bread sandwich
then placed slices of cheese
one by one and finally
placed them on a frying
pan with egg yolk on top
as a finishing layer. — % &And the
melting
aroma tickled
your senses
while she
spread a spoonful
of butter on the
pan and waited
for those sandwiches
to melt and become
crisp.— % &

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