Paradise Musings Poem by Sheena Dhanaraj

Eve:

Sing along mate;
Lure me with your bait!


Adam:

Bait is strong,
...as it has been
Ever since a devil,
...turned mean.


Eve:

'Innocent as hell'
True it maybe, so people tell.

Oxymoron befitting
My teeth are always gritting

Speaketh dear Adam
Fulfill the desires of this madam.


Adam:

'Innocent as hell'
'A drive to heaven'
Speaketh to thy dear Eve,
I've got your desires up my sleeves.

Let out no sound,
Let out no tear.
My arms wrapped around,
gone is thy fear.

A bond of pleasure,
Under that body pressure.
A feathery touch,
Puts you off leisure.


Eve:

Are you the glorious swan?
Your words so poetically warn

Thy heavenly pursuit
Lulling, as the tune from a flute

Softly treading,
Urgency dreading

I hear a whisper
did something touch me? As soft as fur…

My senses alert
DANGER I assert

Heavy breathing
Sudden wreathing

Aggressive Rhythm
Pulsating within

The power of fire
It's passion does not tire.

Completely inflamed
bravely I gamed

Warmth thou may bring
luring me into thy ring

I know of your power
you are a charming lover!

But, This Leda is strong
She was the winner all along!


Adam:

Swan tries to spreads it wing,
But tight is the ring.

Held down by lover,
Held with brutal power.

Weight in the stature,
Taste is game's nature.

The game is pretty tedious,
Power you shall experience…
As we go along.


Eve:

There is no pleasure
If there isn’t no pressure

Brutal you are
My body you mar

Do not underestimate this muse?
She will only inspire you to loose!


Adam:

Head arching and reaching a height,
Don't you give up the fight.

The body settles,
The bait freckles.
Not the end of show,
It's ready before you know...

Come no now,
Spread the wings.
Make you fly,
Make you sing.


Eve:

Pressure's pleasure
yours or mine? - To measure

Am a damsel of might.
I don’t give up a fight

Will I settle?
My will is made of metal

The show never ends
Only into glory, it transcends

The wings, I will spread
When beautifully you have led

High, will I fly
With you close by

Songs we shall sing
When I declare you king!


Adam:

King I won't be,
For I’m a beast.

Don’t fly to high,
To earth I shall pull.
Ground is your pride,
For it is me you will find.


Eve:

Beast thou art
This, I don’t doubt

Your wild oddities
Its potential - me pities

Should I succumb
To your body, numb

I will make you beg,
Make sure you bend each leg

I am a torturer
On the verge of becoming a sorcerer

On earth, shall be our duel
I shall fight you hard and cruel.


Adam:

Doesn't matter how you fight,
Bleed though both of us might.


Eve:

Red reads passion
Tinges this solemn occasion,

What better gain,
Then to experience pleasure through pain,

Agonizing shouts
Echoing due to the bouts

Try and spread,
Make your way
For I will not end
And do as you say


Adam:

Red is wild,
As wild as you can be.
Black is dirty,
As dirty as I can be.

Let colors not get in way,
When there’s two of us to sway.


Eve:

Laughter midst your colourful metaphor
Wild and dirty will dance on the floor

Colours will swing
To assist the songs we sing

While we grace the floor,
With our footsteps galore

Movements so gentle
Our desires so central

The flute plays on
We will dance till dawn!


Adam:

The song that you groan,
Sly in every tone.


Eve:

Melodies reciting
Crescendo ascending

The tempo is steady
For the storm, it is ready

Shelter your desire
Patience, you hire

To stage a good play
The right lines you must say

For actors portray
The brightness of day

With sunshine be filled
The story flows as you willed.


Adam:

Calm yourself my darling
The pleasure refolds your sin.

Now is the time for bout!


Eve:

Truly said, my man
Sufficed the actions thou can
Capabilities thou established
Thy power thou brandished

Subtle touch leads miles
Only mounting desires it piles
Dependency there is
After all, it takes two lips to kiss

Natural traits
Cleverly induced baits
This is a woman
Read her motive from her pan

Analysis - deeply deriving
Only makes the game worth riding
A web well placed
With wickedness it is laced

Words so strong,
So meaningful
Develops among
These actors playful

Goal's a plenty
Only damsels can see twenty
Men never once trip
They ride steady their sailing ship

'Tis typical of men to be predictable
What other task to perform is he able?

Adam:

Strong sense of power,
A manly tendency.
What you have in you,
Is not dependency!

Force to hold you down,
One has to get.
Only then a touch,
...you might let.

A designated driver,
A teaser by nature.
Not to forget a moment,
That brutal stature.

An analyst’s game,
You play so good.
I fell in the trap,
Who thought I would!

Power of words,
Swept our feet far.
Had a brain to work,
Nothing else at par.

A goal that was never there,
Was visible to a gender here.
You never focused on the fish,
That I saw there.
They call this - typical man!
...well, I’m here.


Eve:

Calloused might
Depicting strength
Captured tight
Leaving no vent

Caressed lightly
Wondered merrily
What is the aim?
Of the sweet seeking dame

Pearl drops tingle
Hard and tender mingle
Gentle brush
Forceful rush

Playful song
Lulling deceit
What wakes in you?
Not mine to perceive!

While you conquer,
is central your theme?
Or do you deviate
as you discover?

Reality awakens
The meaning thus
With everything known
There is lots to uncover

Needless to say
It was along play
But suddenly you realised
Was it really what you desired?

The joy therefore lies
In unfocused crevices
Post relaying
Goal delaying
'Why' denotes the eternal delving
Wandering tenacity
Luring menace

Try and unravel What is amiss!


Adam:

My warm breath fanned your neck.
My touch, - white fire on your damp skin.
Calloused fingers, glided smoothly down to your waist…
Flexing and clenching, hard muscular digits digging into your sides,
commanding your total submission.

Your throat narrowed,
A groan echoed through the moonlight-silver room.
You shivered,
A stroke of lightning rippled down your spine.


Waves of want crashed against the shoreline,
An explosion… And then it washed out of me like in a landslide,
Engulfing you, as in quagmire.
So familiar… So natural… So homely…
Just the way it happened a million times before..

And then the tides calmed,
I bury my sweaty forehead against the crook of your neck,
My huffing pants, warm against your breast.
As the million times before,
I reached out for that familiar touch,
The gentle and caressing touch at the back of his head.

Yet, my hand paused…
A deep drawn breath,
Trembling fingers,
Hovered in mid-air…
Halted by a diaphanous wall.

T’was then when enlightenment dawned,
Despite the deceptive veil of familiarity,
Despite my demented want for her loving,
I no longer know her.

Or had I ever known her at all?