The tango

Swirling into the floor
I follow your flow
Our feet gain a fleet
We move to the beat
As though chereographed
In perfect synchronisation
Our rhythm forms an harmonisation
With every gliding step
Into the unknown we set
In this entangled dance
A boldness advances
Relenting to the mighty powers of the tune
Just like the tides obey the moon
We are drawn into the sweet rare nature
Of the accorded melodious pleasure
As if awaiting that innuendo
The music builds to a crescendo
And into a climax we are whisked
A poise in your arms,
Before  you release
Eyes lock..
Insides turne into bisque
But a stolen kiss,
Is all we risk!

by Nanu

MIDNIGHT CRAVINGS

You strike, 

a strong desiderium

Your lure beyond my resistance

Your temptation beyond my resolution

To keep my healthy dose in perspective

You entice me out of my sleep

Driven by a primal yearning

There you are

Seated, hot and simmering

Drawing me beneath 

your seductive minty scent

Causing my final vestiges of restraint

To slip away

To your craving I forfeit

Reaching for you

Inhaling your minty aroma

I slid my eyes closed

I throw back my head

To fully appreciate

Every sensation you arouse

Opening my lips to you

I take you in

Sip by sip

I dip my mouth into your hotness

As your warmth shoots

through my entire being

I relish every bit of you

As I draw out your sweetness

My addiction to you not wise

But for now I don't care

You are my sweet Cup of Chocolate

Your blast of pleasure

Is all I wonna savor and adore

for now.

by Nanu

Pressing On

Time and opportunity teases
Denying me the peace
Plowing on my vulnerabity
Massaging out my resilience
Tantalizingly stripping me of my will
Deftly stroking my weak spirit
That obligingly yields
Swaying me slightly 
Overshadowing my reason
At times derailing me completely
I helplessly surrender 
To the mild amusement
To the sumptuous temptation 
An onslaught to my true passion
But though a good diversion 
from the pressure of constant disappointment
Laying on this bed 
Of momentous gratification
Never brings that shuddering delight
Of a void filled inside

For the love of this Dream
Chidding myself 
I must struggle out of the murk
And retrace my track
Nudge back the passion
Champion my dismay
Chance and luck may please
And bring forth an ease
But whatever I encounter 
It's time to appease this Desire
To reach for this Dream 
Grasp that last stab of the Pleasure
It will bring...

by Nanu 

If my heart I could speak...

If my heart I could speak
If the depth of my soul I could breathe
If my dreams I could spell
In the present let them dwell
Setting into motion
These fragile emotions
Then maybe you'd be the chosen guardian
A fortunate custodian

If a voice I could gain
If I'd alter this refrain
If my fear of the unknown
From my system would be away blown
Reach out for this heart that bids
Let flow free with the west winds
Then maybe I'd speak of insides boiling

If time could reveal the eventuality
Of risky journeys endings in entirety 
When moulded and natured in perfect serenity ...
If feelings dwelling in this being's balls
Felt within the confinement of four lifeless walls
Were to, another heart conceive
Then maybe you'd be my knight 
To soothe the dormancy of forgotten affections away!

Thoughts of desire float in the naked air
I tease these emotions to discover you
Silent oblivious dweller in this foreign land
Ploughing through my fields
sowing emptiness
Of confined fears
..You may not know it to be so
For in solitude I bear this
My yearnings to satiate
The strong longing stirring !

by Nanu

God's saving grace

On a steep mountain's edge

Stuck on a precarious ledge

Above dangerous cliffs

My insides are scared stiff

The winds are howling

The thunder roaring

A monstrous blizzard raging

The day fast fading

I have sat still ,waiting

Praying

Hoping

Onto a well grounded Faith holding

In your words, trusting

And now the night is here

I thought by now it would be clear

But this storm is growing stronger

The chill getting meaner

The snow blowing faster

My frozen body growing weaker

With every hour passing 

My optism fading

But I trust in your Mercies unending

Sufficient Grace, ever saving

My soulfood tonight to keep me going

Even though this night grows darker

I am believing in a morning brighter.

By Nanu

Seeking my vindication....

As my heart rolls in billows of despair
I demand vindication!
For days spent wallowing
In your emotional deception

For consciously paving me a path
That would douse my gullible heart
Into days of your calculated cozenage
For duck-dunking me in the muddy filth
of your terribly twisted webby affairs

I seek my vengeance
For time spent under your foxiness
For nights spent scripting you
The depths of my soul that could shame the gods

Deeper into the abyss of your guilefulness
you have led the UN-wary me on.
Now I lay
In this;
your shamelessly wantonly created agony

My heart seeks exoneration
You may have mastered me
But stop your notorious chi- caning yet
Even at the throes of throwing in my towel
I will seek my vindication
For now I know I deserve better!


by Nanu

Mr Playboy

Part 1
He breezes around with a princely step
He sparks from head to toe as if clad in pure gold
He emits the odor of heavenly rose gardens
He irradiates a magnetic pull, potent
like the Bermuda triangle
He eases about with the importance of
the town mayor
He assumes an arrogance of a king lion
marking his territory
He wheezes his super-luxurious style around
as if to announce his rather obvious presence
His alluring demeanour
easily dizzying even to the most affluently strong-minded lasses
they can't help feeze for his attention
Unaware, he is a huffy brute
He is obnoxious and unfeeling
He is Mr. Playboy.

Part 11

He is quick in noting a credulous soul
He plays on its sweetness and naivete
He saps into its mere existence
He falters not in his well mastered deleterious plots
He entangles it intricately into his byzantium cycle
Buying into its patriotic loyalty
Till it is in cognizant to his oppressive nature
And his cloying attitude
But not for long, he is not the kind to loom
In conquered territories !
He is Mr. Playboy

Part 111
After the momentarily bliss
When his restlessness leads him to abandon its bosoms
The soul will awaken from its haze
Lost in a deep emotional sea
Frantically it will fight to stay afloat
It will wish to reach the shore
But on it he has anchored a heavy yoke
What else, he drilled out its heart
And fed it to the birds of the air
For mere survival and sanity
The poor soul will cling onto him
He though will not cease
To blatantly trash its piety
Yet, he is aware, its hooked on him
And that feeds into his tyrannous attitude
As be breezes off to deceit another
He is Mr. Playboy



by Nanu