Confession Of A Love-Making Gentleman Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

confess I uttered
no truth
at the time of pinning
last night
when you screamed
with ecstasy
hearing me
the promises
delivered with thrust
to penetrate
the cave at its end

you
the blunt believer
assumed yourself
the queen of beauty
recognised yourself
as the owner of all wealth
I achieved through black practices
with hands stained
with blood

confess I uttered
no truth
at the time of
kicking your ass
'Believe me
I'll never sell
your skeleton
after sucking
last drop of your blood'-

and you forgot
pain of all torture I engraved
again you promised
with gracious laugh
to be slapped again
to be spitted again
to be kicked again!

Pranab k c
13/04/2014