Nothing left to see or fancy, of her
She whirls past the menfolk, “a spent sin”
A new figure, on the roster, they prefer
To again bare, not the glory, beyond that skin
From tip to toe, would they ever know?
Lies a woman, not just, a flashy flesh-bin
The tale of a creed, inked, many moons ago
Prisoner to her allure, barely seen, beyond that skin
That heart, which bears, an ocean sublime
Uncherished shrine, in an adored shroud, thin
Which lures the world, obscures that rhyme
Which bares that mime, beyond that skin
Skin-deep splendor, is the fad, these days
True soul, stands forsaken, as false façades win
In a city of charlatans, every look betrays
Modern rituals, fail to graze, beyond that skin
Where lost is man, since eons now?
That chase broke, will the, search begin?
Of the inner truths, that souls avow
And faiths endow, beyond that skin
Behold that danseur, at the pole, once more
She cradles, love and lust, within
Her love divine, her lust galore
Let the love sink in, beyond that skin
© 2015 Vikas Chandra
Wow! Very sexy : )
Simply awesome! 🙂
Thanks for the kind words
Man you’re such an awesome poet. I love this. People don’t see beyond what they can see, and that is not good enough.
True Bro. Appreciate your kind words
Again well written but I feel lust is so powerful that rare can see beyond it ,to an extent female too is responsible as she knows she been blessed with body which can evoke lust ,so it shouldn’t be bare
True. Thanks for the kind words
Most welcome ,god bless