Sensuality is You

The moment she walked into the room there was a blast of  femininity in all its magnificence and is absolutely mesmerizing to those around her. She possesses a certain sparkling quality that radiates from the inside out.

She was known as wild and free. Never afraid to speak her mind out. A mystery for some and envy for many.

She lived for the moment, never brooding over the past or worrying about the future.

She wasn't termed as "sexy" but there was something very magnetically attractive about her. 

Bubbly, talkative, still secretive and mysterious.

She had an innate gift of flirtatiousness  playfulness and compassionate softness to her.

She makes everyone around her feel very special. 

She has that effect on men and women alike. Demure, quiet yet energetic and mischevious. 

She was radiant, magnificent, valuable, splendid jewel. 

Her sensual aura attracted men of all the ages to her.

She is the marvelous, elegant 84-year old Grand-mom who majestically is seated in my couch with a shiny diamond nose-ring on her.

Sensuality isnt about age, It isnt about s-e-x, Sensuality is not a naughty word. Its about feeling good inside, doing what you want. Its about connecting, helping, feeling of making others feel special

Sensuality is an attitude, its a personality. 

Sensuality is You

Journey, To Love her !

A bit hesitant,

A bit excited,

Heart pumps feelings,

Hard to decipher.

Ready to be conquered,

Ready to destroy,

The ruler remains unknown,

Of his own secret desire.

She enters,

Wishing to be respected,

He enters,

Wishing her wish

To be respected.

Talks are stampeded,

Slowly silence prevails.

Distance becomes unbearable,

Slowly it vanishes into thin air.

Souls come closer,

Closer to be felt.

Planets take their position,

For something divine to begin.

Hands hold the face frame,

While Eyes stare at the moon,

Each detail is studied,

Of the evening and the noon.

Kiss is presented,

Welcomed warmly by the female.

Male takes the charge,

And love begins to happen.

Hands move down slowly,

Configuring the neck and the waist.

Moving down they stop,

At the curved disturbances at hand.

And she is pulled,

Pulled towards him,

Firmly held in his hands,

Declaring not to leave her ever.

Souls are quenched,

Of the long killing thurst.

What else can be more beautiful,

Than to watch the cupids at work.

A kiss there,

And a peck here.

No part of her land,

Is left undiscovered.

Souls come closer,

Closer to bond together,

Souls need nothing,

But the bond of Love,

To be bound for ever.

P.S. : This is my first attempt at such kind of poetry. Readers, Please be gentle :) Thanks. Love.

SMITA