Victors of Blue Moon

 Victors of Blue Moon 

Arching up by the fire, he stretched his arms,

Like an eagle spreading its wings wide.

His bare carcass radiating gold.

Burnt flesh tightened,

Forming rugged polished terrain of the dermis.

He turned and looked at me,

His dagger gaze, slicing me deep.

The grey, magnetic eyes of his,

Resembled the moon in love.

He raised a storm in me.

He pushed back his dark hair and closed his eyes, swallowing, his Adam's apple prominent - 

A shining waterfall rushed over me. He burnt me.

He ran his slender fingers over my cheekbones,

Shaping my lips, his breath on my neck,

I inhaled him, grasping his hair,

Shiver went down my spine,

The fire blazed because of us,

We existed only for each other-

Caressing my back he sniffed my hair,

Sucked my neck, nourished me.

Licked the honey dripping hot from my skin.

I hungered for him, his smirk

Which caramelized me.

We held tight and our lips met.

I was madly startled by his flavour.

The soft lips brushed on my collarbones,

He pressed my curves,

I felt my heart explode.

He pushed me up against the trunk,

Pressed to each other, 

I felt like ripping off his skin and 

Sliding into him, blend together!

The kiss deepened, his voracious tongue 

Explored my body.

I moaned and quivered,

My nails digging his back.

My body engraved on his flesh,

The poem he made of me!

Our eyes sparkled, at the expression of love.

He whispered, "We would soon be found"

"Then lets get lost" , I breathed.

He took a fistful of sand and caressed

On my skin, stroking my hair gently.

We unleashed our swords

And stabbed the spare -

He fell in my arms,

Drenched in tears...as I bled to demise.

Riddhi Chakraborty