This is one more collaboration with the sweet Neeraj. Enjoy!

Dew drops from your trembling lips,
I pick one by one as I kiss
to rub all over your face.
“Suck my kiss”.
“Squeeze my lips”, you beg.
“Make my lipstick melt away.”
Unhook your clothes.
Undress yourself.
Leave nothing, as they slip away
from your skin.
Tell me everything.

Tell me, how does it feel
to be craved in such a distance?
Smudged lipstick
leaves marks on my flipped palm
same way
your words leave an imprint
in my mind.
Brush your skin
against my naked bones
whisper to me,
if you like the taste of my hipbones.

Feel me running my hands
all over your wet skin.
Feel it
as I’m embracing you,
like a hot water swathe.
Feel my tongue
all over you neck,
inhaling your aroma
as our hearts race.

As my face goes
in between your thighs,
don’t stop
with your seducing voice.
Hold tight,
when I swirl my tongue,
let the pleasure arise
as we progress towards the heights.
Tell me if it doesn’t suffice.

Open your eyes,
hurry up slowly.
Your skin is burned with words exchanged,
your blood is hot,
the colour of my cherry lips,
that whisper sentences of distant passion –
into nothing.
An empty room.
The sound of disconnected phone call,
ringing in our ears.


It’s been a very very long time I have’t written in collaboration with anybody. But today I want to share with you a poem that I wrote together with ever so secretive Man Behind the Steel Mask. Check him out, some saucy things there!

You get lost.
Inside the beauty of my lies
raven black hair.

You get confused.
In the labyrinth of my thoughts
pools of my eyes.

Come closer.
Hear my breathing get faster.
Watch my eye-lids close
my skin scream for a touch.

Do not hold back.
Your passions fueling fire
burn me into you
liquefy my spirited body.

I burn a mark
on the map of your skin.
Sweaty kisses were never that
For us.

Branded by lust.
Forever embedded thoughts.
Flesh on flesh
caressing fingertip traces.

Odours of skin
mix with the sweat of bodies
exploding from inside,
has never tasted so seducing
off your fingers.

Feeling one
bound by unions of pleasure.
Holding tightly to each
want it all to begin again.