Not for Children on My Writings

Soft Lap Of Life

Thu, 10 Sep 2026 18:01:00 +0530

[Author's Note: A moment of sudden eroticism wrapped me as I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling.]

their bodies rested
skin kissing skin
like a new born baby
rests on mamas open breast

open welcoming
and full of love
waiting to be sucked on
suckled and kissed
full of nourishment

Songs of Dominance

Thu, 10 Sep 2026 18:01:00 +0530

[Author's Note: A moment of sudden eroticism wrapped me as I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling.]

I snatch your gaze, hold it tight,
Your move, my say, not your right.
Your breath is mine, your skin my claim,
Each mark I leave, will spell my name.

You beg, I choose, when you speak,
I break you, build you, make you squeak.
Your trust, my claim, your lips my loins,
You drop your shield, i enter, you yield.

Who am I to say that I love you

Mon, 22 Jul 2019 20:45:55 +0000

[ Okay the picture deserves an explanation. Irrespective of what is being expressed in the poem, it is the child in the poet that is expressing the emotions. Hence the picture accurately describes how the poet is feeling. and why he is feeling so vulnerable. ]

Your boobs have been sucked before
you have been fucked before
who am I to say
that I love you

Dirty Old Man

Tue, 19 Feb 2019 08:18:05 +0000

[this one just came to me, I was feeling quite defiant lets say, and at peace and of course tribute to the old man Bukowski]

I will move the axis of the earth
and shrug the atlas whole
and drain the seas
completely dry
if I have to,
someday
one day,
maybe
who knows
If i care enough
maybe I will
do I care now,
i don’t