“Tantric”

“Tantric” © Khalilah-Yasmin

Enamored with his torment, I pine for his presence,
I, find myself, mentally lusting, for his existence…
I yearn for him, and he compels me….
caution to the wind, craving him to unveil me…
I’m ardently tempted, and don’t mind the sweet sin
Captivated, in every capacity, hoping desire won’t end.
Nothing last eternal, especially lust for a friend..
He’s bewitched me -at his mercy for his zen…

His Zen, his energy, I must have….as I enjoy the chase…
I’m unconventional and for him I must wait…
My conscious mind, so eager, for anything he gives …
Addicted to his touch…and the part of me that lives..
that somehow he seems to find,
as he looks through my eyes to see to my mind…
with such simplicity, and genuine discipline…
I’m in awe, at mercy, and fiend for his ZEN.
Is he teasing me, or is this how he plays,
as I intricately walk through his mental maze.

He feeds every dimension of my complicated arousal that starts in my mind
for I am not easily wooed, Esoteric, yet free spirit-undefined.
I’m aware and awakened at the heightened of my knowing,
intrigued by this soul, whom without touch, sends my mind blowing…
I’m glowing, with a blush, that sears through my bronze skin…
His torment, his pleasure, as I cave for his Zen.

2 comments on ““Tantric”

  1. Yo that Tantric poem is hella deep. I’ve been on my writing grind and working on a new one right now. These poetry nights on thursdays at this lounge spot have really amped up my creativity. Continued great blessings towards your writings and your success!

    PeaceLove,

    Soul Q

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