On my own...6

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Being sensitive
to myself
I began hearing
stirrings of
desire deep
that had been buried
long back.
My senses woke up
- delicate touch
-soft fragrance
- rhythmic breathing
- shapely curves
and lingering tastes.
Just to be
with the sensation
took me to another world
of my own
full of ecstasy
and yet of nothing
by nothing
for just being
sensuous.

Nothing left...

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Shafts of light
caught me unawares
and I turned
my gaze away
from the glare.
Shadows played
with the curves
as attention
danced on 
chancelessly.
It struck me
suddenly
exquisitely
there was nothing
left for 
my body
to achieve in
the way of perfection.

Caught...

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Silken is smooth sand 
so is my tender skin
Soft is the light of the dawn i
so is the murmur in my heart.
Waves grow in their roar
so does the turmoil in me
I can feel it, the beauty of being
and the pain of carrying it
and the softness of curves
and the yearning of the flesh
I am caught in covering it up
and yet looking on with hope.

Gathering...

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To gather
is to collect for
future 
to possess for
the present
and to feel
secure.
And then you
realise that all
collections and possessions
add to your worries
and woes.
You have to take care
of them and keep them
in good order.
Well I realise
how tough it is
to take care of my body
its assets and curves.
I almost thought 
I was all that bundle
of flesh and curves
so admired by the world.
Now I gather awareness
not possessions.

I love those...

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I love those woods
where existence mingles with both
fall and spring,
growth rustles with the breeze
and the straight stands guard
to the curved.
I love those curves
which have a movement of
their own,
a smoothness that comes
from love of living and
a flight of imagination
that holds immensity
in its grip.
I love those curves....