Entrapping desire
Flaming like a pyre
Lusting fantasies
Come to life
Pleasure in strife
Euphoria at night
Exciting in fright
Pleasures of the body
She takes like a drug
A hit of passionate dance
And sensual sexual hug
She gets high off sex
So high she’s left the ground
Out of body experience
With each intimate pound
Bodies meld
Temperature rises
Voices carry
Purity despises
Pleasure increases
As her high decreases
She takes a bigger hit
From each wanting dick
She thrives for the pleasure
Her body’s burning treasure
She’s driven insane
By each tantalizing touch
She’s being broken
By each erotic munch
Her life leaves her
As the pleasure still comes
Her soul fades
As the toxicity runs
Her soul is crying out mercy
Her body is drowned in ecstasy
Was it as good for you
As it was for me?
26 comments:
hmmm... exotic
Sensual and well written.
Well written....
the last two lines strike the irony and expresses the tragedy...
Makes me remember Saugandhi's journey in Manto's Hatak!!!
you make it sound almost surreal!
A really innovative idea to come up with, though her body is enjoying it so much, her soul is feeling that sad...
It's a very profound thing, atleast according to my perspective, dunno what you had in mind when you wrote it!
A really innovative idea to write about a prostitute!
Even though she is so ecstatic, she has lost her soul somewhere in all that physical happiness. It's very profound according to my perspective, but dunno what you had in mind when you penned it...
Wow..this is about a prostitute? Really?
Hi bro,
This is what I call Straight from the heart.
Great posts over here.
Have a nice time. :)
ahaaaa
its the same way with us who work like dawgs day in and day out :P
well written - you should really ask some prostitutes.......how they feel and show them this
@ Sherry: Exotic or Erotic? ;) heh!
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@ Priya: Thanx!!
Im glad to hear that from the Lady Poet herself! ;)
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@ D Sinner: Thanks.
Sometimes its just the last lines in a poem that actually give u the real meaning! ;)
I havent read that book..
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@ The New Cynic: Thanks! :)
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@ Niveditha: Yeah, U got it right! :)
Smart girl!! Im glad u liked this work of mine!! hehe!
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@ Solitaire: Yes!!
Why sucha question?? doesnt it sound that way?
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@ Sunil: Thanks Bro! :)
:)
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@ Ceedy: haha! So is that a good thing!?? *wink wink*
Ask prostitutes? Where will I go in search of them!?
All I see is these transexuals around here, whom the desperate Bangalore police fuck around! :D
Maybe I shud go in search of a brothel with educated prostitutes to answer me! :D hehe!
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Just like Ceedy said, you should find out from a prostitute if this is her true experience. But how is the big question!?
@ Solitaire: Yeah!
Thats the million dollar question! ;)
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Exqusite paradox...but true to its core! 'Purity despises'...hmm... good one indeed
@ Alesea: Thank U! :)
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@impressionist & solitaire
I used to meet them at one battered women clinic when I was part of a social service group back in Bombay.
Or maybe do a humanitarian deed and ask her for her services - but just to talk to her. I dunno.
How do you think think journos and photographers get to talk to them...
@ Ceedy: WOW man! ;)
So u mean to say, U just talked to her? and nothing else?
DANG!
I have no idea about how jurnos or photographers do it!
dood u have to teach me! :D Pleez!
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nice very nice...so ironic
one word: WOW!
I love it.
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