God cursed her!
The voluptuous body
gets devoured every night.
Bruises all over the body
exhibits of excessive passion.
Her screams of agony
are decoded as ecstasy.
Test drives are done
to check valour and skill.
Love, lust, anger, dejection
sadism, masochism, sadomasochism
punctuate her nights.
Painful nights end
penniless days.
As sun rises,
the paramour becomes a sinner
customers preach morals!
She is the butt of ridicule
shameless promoters-
her nocturnal partners!
Pain is everlasting
physical during nights;
mental during day time.
My dear morning moralists!
stop axing her,
after the night long ploughing.
Spare her from dawn to dusk
to sparkle at night.
Author notes
This poem was earlier posted on Share Poetry.
A contest entry
- seven deadly sins by xBluexEyedxGirlx.
600 points, ended August 30, 2007, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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strong usage of words
very good word choicage...
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