Friday, June 3, 2011

A PROSTITUTE'S LOVE

On the bed, in a dark room-
I’m the red rose you lost long ago;
The divine gift plunged on your palms;
The dream girl drizzled in your reveries;
The eternal spring bloomed herself for you;
The queen in the kingdom of your heart.

On a shingled beach, in a misty dusk-
I sat impassive, while you were
sucking your bride’s sweet lips,
cuddling around her narrow waist,
with a hot flush of romance
in the knee-deep swash before me.

The disgrace on a scrubber sniggers in her pride!
The jeer behind the disregard sniggers in your dignity!
Your semen after our coitus chuckles in my cervix!!!

6 comments:

  1. It's a good one.
    congragulation..........

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  2. good one. had to make use of my dictionary after a long time to understand some words. :P

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  3. The love of prostitute is not from her heart. Just she is sharing her body only for money. But your poem is very meaning full as well as beautiful… best wishes

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  4. zia
    intresting
    keep writ

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