Lotus lady

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My “Lotus Lady” (Padmini)

by Vatsalya

Amongst the crowd of thousand
I have seen a face of one
“She is my lotus lady” I cried to myself.
Yes, she was the one.

“Beautiful” would be inadequate to describe her.
Not because I glanced at her from a distance far.
Her eyes pulled and drove me crazy.
I followed her back until things went hazy.

I got stuck onto some unknown determination.
Then silently lamented on this unfortunate separation
In my life I haven’t seen a beauty as such ever.
May be she is gone now just forever.

At night lying on the bed
I heaved a curse upon my solitude.
I shed few tears in drops of red
But I failed to change my attitude

I laughed like a cynical redneck in leisure.
And then I dreamt of lust and perverted pleasure.
I dreamt about my lotus lady again
Now the erotic part of this poetry begins
I forced lotus lady to strip and dance.
And she did it without a glance.
I caught her hand pulled her down.
Then she spreads her leg without a frown.

I kissed the rosy petals between her pale thighs
She shivered with tremors and her palpitation went high.
Her flat stomach like a virgin land urging to be cultivated,
With force and mercilessly I penetrated.

She didn’t cried but remained unconscious
And drop of pearl rolled down her cheek, so precious.
I went six inches deep into the tavern of her love
Her swelled breasts were white like that of a dove.

Sustaining my monstrous thrust, she didn’t complain of pain.
Instead she hugged me tight and drenched me in her orgasmic rain.
I increased my pace as she became low
I kept thrusting in full might until my cum made a flow.

I bent forward to kiss her lips
She twitched her vaginal muscles and started moving her hips.
Her innocent face was still looking tiered
Love was destroyed and lust was fired


I positioned her on top and dodged her anal door.
I kept her stroking in order to reach the core.
The path was dry
And louder became her cry

I gathered my might and made a ruthless penetration
She screamed in pain and refused submission.
It wasn’t a love making neither it was a rape
My dick, hard and fat and her hole were small in shape.

Then I started fucking her from back
Her chocolate color areolas jiggled like a sack.
By then I cupped her boobs and pinched her nipples
She became excited and her orgasm was tripled.

My dick was still erect and throbbing.
Still couldn’t fuck her as she was bleeding.
She stared at my face and felt my excitement
She swallowed the whole six inches of meat as enticement.

She sucked my dick in a rhythmic motion
As she was eager to taste my creamy lotion
I grabbed her hairs and gave a final thrust.
A load of semen in her throat did burst.

Then she came up and fed me her creamy breast
I suckled on her soft nipples and couldn’t rest
Her breast so tender and full of milk
I wildly kept sucking on them deriving the ecstasy of getting draped in silk.
When I was tiered I laid by her side and could see milk dripping out of her swollen breast
Icupped her boobs and searched for immortal sleep.

Suddenly my eyes opened with the dissolution of seventh hour
I realized that it was no more than a dream and the memories went sour.