Thursday, May 12, 2011

A slow afternoon breeze


Theres a slight afternoon breeze blowing in the hot summer of the Carnatic, she can see the curtains blue, green and yellow doing their slow erotic dance in the distant yonder..her raven hair spills all over the floor, A red bindi adorns her forehead..splashing past its prime.. and her white bare nothings that cover her modesty bloom in their sweet desire..she s full..full of desire of wanting someone so badly, so madly that she wants to run across the many people..the many boundaries and make that clarion call of come away..and yet as her mist laden eyes turn hither and tither..she knows she won't..she is after all pregnant with the burden of society..the wind mocks at her come away, fly will you? Tell him of your desire...of the longing nights..of the champa by your bedside fueling your want...she picks up the phone and stares at it for long..making love on the phone? but wheres the touch..the maddening touch that seals him to her..the burning skin that proclaims you are mine for whatever time you wish..if only she sighs..there was a day..when she would have him to her ..alone.. fluttering away from the world, from the burden of those who frown..from the paraphernalia called society, family and all...in songs of Jasmine she would decorate him and in the musk of his manliness she would yearn..her hair covering their modesty in the chimes of orgasmic bells..the lord would declare them wed!


© 2011 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury


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17 comments:

The Unknowngnome said...

What a beautiful poetic piece start to finish!

The ending is divine, "in the chimes of orgasmic bells..the lord would declare them wed!".

poetry-diary.com said...

I can feel the yearning here - great write.

Nethra said...

How would phone sex satisfy anyone? Anyway, the narration was great. At least, I liked it very much.

The Unknowngnome said...

I have to comment on this again not only because blogger lost the first one but also because I enjoy it so much.

Your line "in the chimes of orgasmic bells..the lord would declare them wed" is absolutely devine.

A very desirous piece!

Purvi said...

Lovely!! How delicately perfumed is your expression. :) Loved it!

SUB said...

another pensive thought that touches the soul...

Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury said...

Thank you so much Purvi, Sub & Unknowngnome :)

Perception said...

have to admit , the attention to details was inspiring. very well written, had a poetic touch to it too

tarunima said...

you captured a moment of passion beautifully:)

Amar said...

Enchanting;y superb! Although somebody over here has already mentioned it..But the lines "in the chimes of orgasmic bells..the lord would declare them wed" are seriously what makes it more special!It's morning..And this post surely made my day!:)

Take care:)

Arvindh said...

This piece shows the strength of a subtle undercurrent. I really like the line "the wind mocks at her come away, fly will you?". Nicely written.

Vyankatesh said...

Nicely written!!

Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury said...

What interesting comments..thanks everyone..@ Nethra..phone sex or even sex is only a very tiny part of what this was meant to be..this is all about passion of love & divinity mingling with the earthly..

Harish said...

nice...

VIKRAM KARVE said...

Superb

Cindrella said...

thts such a beautiful post!! the ending words are more than superb!! loved it!!

Felicity said...

Your write BEAUTIFULLY!