lily peace lago every by to ph

(live in universe arakonam)

Fate-4


Fate is cruel
when moist honey lips in other`s tongue
Fate is lust
when moiest honey lips in my tongue
Fate is hell
when true love battered
Fate is pleasure
when other`s love on bed
Fate is vivid
when she opened her legs for me
Fate is vicious
when I am naked on another`s split
Fate is pain
when both of us on yet another`s split and jerks
Fate is what a fail in harmony
what we lost in love
where we lost hardwork
and when our will buried under
Fate rule us............

Submitted: Thursday, October 22, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, November 10, 2009

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  • Eyan Desir (10/26/2009 8:41:00 PM)

    Naughty! poem haha this poem was fun to read
    hahahaha...thanks I needed a good laugh
    I like this..nice point of view
    I liked the rawness.... (Report) Reply

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