Steam

30 Jul

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.

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10 Responses to “Steam”

  1. Aunty G. July 30, 2012 at 10:06 pm #

    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!

  2. R July 31, 2012 at 6:38 pm #

    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 πŸ™‚

  3. Orange Jammies August 1, 2012 at 1:25 pm #

    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! πŸ™‚

    R: Thank you, dear girl, for always being so gracious. Mistry is a standard as high as the CN tower in his home city. πŸ™‚

  4. dipali55 August 1, 2012 at 7:35 pm #

    Wow!!!!! Hot stuff, OJ!

  5. Revathy August 2, 2012 at 10:17 am #

    Love it! πŸ™‚ Hope you had the best birthday! πŸ™‚

  6. Orange Jammies August 2, 2012 at 10:41 pm #

    dipali55: Stoves generally are. πŸ˜‰

    Revathy: Thank you. It wasn’t the best ever, because the Boy was MIA, but it was pretty good, thanks to friends and family. πŸ™‚

  7. Null Pointer October 9, 2012 at 6:24 pm #

    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”

  8. Orange Jammies October 9, 2012 at 10:25 pm #

    Null Pointer: Eww, you just ruined the dish!

  9. Null Pointer October 10, 2012 at 6:28 am #

    that’s my forte *hands OJ a packet of maggi from the emergency stash*

  10. Orange Jammies October 11, 2012 at 12:38 am #

    Null Pointer: Maggi, Maggi, Maggi! *sings the tune*

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