Thursday, January 14, 2010

To My Tent. 18 December 2009- A Poem.

Since I was born till date
I have not seen
Not even in my daily dreams
A woman like you
Such an angel of love
A prophetess of ecstasy
The most high amongst all women
The prove of sensual pleasures
An unmistakable love in woman formThe daughter of coition
The woman with maximum foreplay
None of these women I have seen
But I am seeing them now
All in one body of yours
In your name I beg of it
To shear love with you
And also experience it with you
But I have a favour
Let it be in my tent
Give me your hand
Let me take you there
I promise you so dearly
I swear to return you alive and well
To this very spot I took you
You will have nothing to loose
But to gain pleasures and ecstasy
I will not spoil you
But I will teach you more
In the name of the one whom fashioned you
I beg so seriously than ever
Let me take you there
And show you what I have
All what I have in store for you
For I know you will be coming now today
For I know that God your father
Will release you so sooner for me
O Queen of Babylon!
Let us not waist much time any more
It is getting dark and unsafe
My tent is not far from here
Just a few walk away






Beside that garden of Eden
Where our fore-fathers was made
It will be one in a life time experience
I will touch you so dearly
And add more fashion to you
Like I have what your father missed
See, in my tent
I have everything you would need
The tongue to browse through your temple
The hand to evade your inner temple
The power to make and keep you aroused
And the virile to put you on through the quiet night
I am a talisman of pleasures and ecstasy

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