It takes time for things, ideas, people to
warm. Pour oil into the crucible, trail fingers down her
skin, and slowly flame until ready to
sizzle.
~~~
A fistful of cumin, flung with abandon, simmer in the
heat his body exudes, a deep, slow burn, aromas releasing into
the darkness, awaiting the company of herbs.
Watch molten butter in the
brownness of eyes; sweet, salted, gliding past her
collarbones.
~~~
Curls of glistening onions, scatter at his
touch, slide into the heated pool, shimmy
madly. Garlic browns, like mouth on
polished shoulders, exudes the scents of demanding
lovers.
~~~
Turmeric flutters, chilli invades interlocked
tongues, and green flecks of coriander nestle in the
recesses of her loins. Coconut and cardamom shudder
together. Creamy milk swirls
a simmering subconscious
awake.
~~~
Basa crisps cracklingly, tossing in abandon, like
a long night under the covers, claims flavors as its
own, hugs their identities
possessively.
~~~
Merge. Meld. Morph into
an unasked question.
Linger lurkingly in the hollows of
throats and eyes, ghosts and bodies, and ghosts of
bodies, the burst of ripe rawness and pliant tomatoes festooning our
spirits, our core, our memories, our justification for the
Other.
~~~
Feast. Satiate. Cling tighter.
Claim. Claw. Start over.
The dance of erotica, with its
ever-changing players, is an
endless
evening of
steaming forevers.
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
Sensuality in tongue-tingling variety
Bordering on awe-inspiring piety
Even steam has grace
Can make pulses race
We’re lucky to be in OJ’s society!
What Aunty G said. I am so glad I chanced upon your blog many years ago. This one is beyond fabulous, OJ – the imagery is so vivid, so real. I really hope you write a book someday. Mistry is one of my favorite writers and I am sure he can do with some Parsi company 🙂
Aunty G: My darling Aunty G
You do so flatter me
Most writers would scoff
At the meter, it was off
This is hardly poetry! 🙂
R: Thank you, dear girl, for always being so gracious. Mistry is a standard as high as the CN tower in his home city. 🙂
Wow!!!!! Hot stuff, OJ!
Love it! 🙂 Hope you had the best birthday! 🙂
dipali55: Stoves generally are. 😉
Revathy: Thank you. It wasn’t the best ever, because the Boy was MIA, but it was pretty good, thanks to friends and family. 🙂
Not a single breath escaped me till I reached the endless ending. So not food porn. So not my daily haldi-dhania-lal mirch. Totally makes a case for not skimping on the grease. Or else we’d have called it a day at:
“Curls of glistening onions scatter at his touch,
They browned, they charred,
To her skin they did clutch,
‘Twas left of ’em not much”
Null Pointer: Eww, you just ruined the dish!
that’s my forte *hands OJ a packet of maggi from the emergency stash*
Null Pointer: Maggi, Maggi, Maggi! *sings the tune*