Enchantress (Let me chisel talk you)

O! Ferocious temptress of the land, sea and air.
Spread not thy leathery wings in fancy flights.
From the generic evolution, into future clones.
Lust raptures into unknown worlds of imagination.

Amazon warrior of deadly desires,
Hold my sword, it trembles in my hands.
Parched lips utter, Eureka! in fascination.   
The lost land of my dream lies hither.

Great ruling chieftain of your tribe,
You set the heart afire, in that headgear.
I fear not the dungeons, or moat castles.
The sin was not mine. O! Deceptive eve.

Mysteries of the high and mighty seas.
Forsaken species from Noah’s ark.
Guardian of times’ lost treasures,
Dolphins mate, pure conch shell song.

Pirates, sacred omen at the blue lagoon,
Sailing buccaneers, haunting prize-catch.
Rare dish blowing away marooned peace,
You could be sugar squeezed, grape fruited.

O! passion fruit, you juicy custard apple pie.
You could be cut-boiled, butter sliced,
Chilled garnish-relished, edible delight;
You high calorie, high tension diet.

Shrieking eagle of the skies in ostrich-tails.
Reptile huntress, morni, hawk of our times.
Tigress of the Gods, fear in the demons.
Brandish not your bloody tongue, divine.

The lords of war may be mortified,
By your generic super-human forms.
Remember the Geeta, the soothsayers words.
Gene-Mix, ravishing the human race.

Be not knave, blossoming Scarlet Knight ,
Megredy’s Sunset, you Kiss of Fire,
In Anvil Sparks and Careless Love.
Fluttering Freesia of the Korde’s.

Entice him, with your endearing charms.
Blast him with your bombshell attire.
Enslave him with your ferocious looks.
Drive him from the depths of hell.

Drag him beyond the dungeons of sin.
Entrance him with flashes of lightening,
From the darkened eyelashes, you hide.
Ensnare him betwixt your tender lips.

Hear the toad croak, beat and rhyme
Sailing through the wonders of this earth.

“I have seen the world and all its sun-tan wonders,
Walked along the beaches gold and blue,
Seen the almond busts and weeping liberty,
I have still, to see a beauty-beast, like you.”

Call him swindler, the poisoned man,
The demon’s joyous rage, Ravana’s pride.
Erode too, The Hindu Trines, they say,
Still sweeping you, body soul and mind.

Draw not your fangs, the sharpened claws,
As Kamla Dass and the Shoba De’s.
Shower not torments, on the womens’ mate
Work him not to the ills of desperation;

Afire not his thoughts, the Devil sees,
He soars and roars, in his physical might.
His bears’ hug, his warmth, could melt you;
Into joys and tears, in willing submission.

Treat him not, to your portions of love.
He grows cold, is lost in erotic rage.
Wiggle not mermaid, in bouts of passion,
The dough you kneed, may turn love to hate.

Dare not the wile witches’ craft;
Lest he banish you to the earth’s folds,
To burn in hate, love and desire,
Forever and ever, in eternal penance.

Spurn not his love for the unknown,
With frivolous, eyewash camouflage.
He watches behind the scenes,
Your tremors in the curves and the lips;

You innocent, blooming seductress,
Holding the Mega-staff, letting reptiles sing:
You bore the man, the crowned lord of vice.
Rip him, Independence, to his natural doom.

Haven’t you learnt, you Hollywood menace?
Ever seen Javed Jaffery the  Tellywood, Bollywood
Lollywood and Mollywood a few dozen like you? 
Tent walk dove-eyed, bumps to the moon.

Kanjiwaram, the Casanova Frenchie,
Break dance in  airs to the Eiffel Tower.
Red herring you to the Spanish bulls.
Joy ride Rolls on BMW’s track.

Con the Germans and the Japs.
You, wonder android, generations ahead.
(Forget the Merc-E, TELCO ties,
Or their Sumo-ing the Japanese pride.)

Take care you fool, Govinda could snare,
Rap tap the Seghal to his toe’s.
Golden Eye the double O’s latest dream.
Kung-fu Steven’s at his own game.

Anti-gravity NASA, with mental fields.
Stealth fly you out, from the Pentagon.
Biotech you back into American laps,
Genetically engineered, Gene cultured, wreck.

Brain-virus Microsoft, in config-trees,
Space walk you to the final frontiers in enterprise.
Dance away the foxes of your clan.
Ultra culture, the real London breed.

In knacks of, how to wink and blink.
Lifting eyebrows? Take care you oaf,
Run you goat! and don’t turn your head.
He is the cool cat, really looking his English best.

Flee, before the gambler, he is still there,
Smirnoff you to the Hustler`s  care.
Toss you around, under Playboy’s thumb.
Floor you with his catwalk fun.

Cradle you, to the American roost;
Chickening out, not now KFC hen.
He is “She selling sea shells on the sea shore.”
In wizard glee, those Colgate teeth his real hope.

O! enslaver beware, you are sprouting horns.
Kher, poor thing, you should try to be fair,
Nimble mares, could tongue-tie you there.
The bulls are rearing in their thrills, at bay.

K.S. the lion chaste-tied in his lair.
Aged, in slumbering malice and duly caged.
Could rise again like the mountain on sands;
Only, to be subdued by the angry Man.

Come, throw that mantle you Viking thief,
Hidden beauty, in a scavenger’s wear.
Ah! choco-bar, you mast Swiss cheese.
Floating in gold lined brocades of silk.

You enchanting orchid in designer’s mink,
Let Cardin, De beers drown usall  in sin.
(Must you speak Alishian Akai, you sneak!
Aren’t barbarians nicer, than Belan fencing wives.)

O! Olea fragrance, let me steal your breath,
Cast you in double yellow hues of Petunia.
Weave you a friction, in colourful threads of truth.
Show magic, in the melodies of the Indian Moon.

Thrill, gossip chat, by the whispering windows.
Burn chestnuts on glowing embers of coal.
Walk around forgotten RB’s place.
Roll and let the time toll, on the Standard’s floor.

Cave-hike the gouges and the streams.
Coax you on, to the mountain tops.
See together, the panorama of the setting sun,
The twinkling stars of the land and skies.

O! Nymph of the woods, time is afire, ages go by.
Friends usually forgetting the essence of life. 
“The curves still, remain lovely dark and deep,
We all have our vows and promises to keep.”

Dream-flower! we could fly into the solar flares,
Melt our multifaceted feathery cloaks.
Rejoice with our cosmic friends and foes,
Wander down to the erotic Moon.

Tread step by step onto the milky paths,
Beyond Venus and the earthly Sun.
Away from the mysterious Mercury,
Or the blood drenched rings of Mars.

Wait the palms are itchy, going wild.
I see a moustache appear, in Musketeer style.
Right under the nose, a scrawling mess.
For others maybe to see a real Man.

Be-gone you infatuation, savage thought.
Loitering Boris Vallejo mesmerises
Venus in furs, Golon’s masquerading, Angelique.
Vanish, nut wit enchanting energy form.

Before I lie, slain in tides of sham.
Know thee not, life for some is but a money game,
The long and short of stretching digits,
Again and again.

Fly you cross, thanks confident word.
Ventura, come on, Hurry! Cartier sign.
The Executioner unloads WWF Mania,
Real, live, kicking on life’s arena.