The Un-contented Mistress .

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Ah body ! you are love's flower . And you need open-handed handling with your complete submission to all .For to be remolded and reformed are your purposes . You have to come out the barrier of instincts and impulses caused by your blind mind .

Submitted: March 20, 2013

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Submitted: March 20, 2013



So many times I wanted to be raped ,

In a silent whisper ,

Under the dense cover of a stormy night ,

By wild strangers .


My crescent moon ,like the bud of a primrose ,

Longed trespassers ,

To have a lippy suck up to the dungeon core ,

A tease to my latent whore  .


And when the spring evolved with monsoons’ tide ,

I invited riders ,

To be ridden in their clumsy-colossal rides ,

Day and night .


Hankering upon the imaginary portion of what might be ,

I processed my  libido ,

To be torn , dug ,  hammered , stirred , and wined ,

On dissection table .


The rubbing  of the juice  of my nature’s will ,

By cutting seals ,

Of psychophysical tuned tornado ,

I projected my prime .


So many ,som many Tom , Harry , Dick ,

Sick and weak ,

Sparrow , street dogs , he-goat and rabbits ,

Did slip .


And yet , and yet ,-the old age did cause ,

Gathered moss ,

On the rolling mind of temporal time ,

I descry .


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