Treasure Island

Farhana Rahman


Satan In Desire


Is that your face I can see
through my mirror, behind me!
those lustful sunken eyes, red in jealousy,
envy and wrath so precise!
Touched too hard, nailed upon your knees
pure dark red lips with black velvet wearing
features so vivid, curves so nude..
legs crossed, to bring the mood.
Though tough but not so impossible
to have such power into very own me..
Totally INCOMPARABLE!
Here, I took the wine,
with the blink of eyes brought you heaven,
pure conscience
Urge so wet,
translucent desire
for the first time ever may be a lady put you on fire! ! !

Submitted: Monday, April 29, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013

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This poem was written for a contest in all poetry.com named ' tempt satan'. This piece got a prize. As a new starting here, i have just checked whether i am readable for this site of poetry. Thanks!

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  • Farah Ilyas (4/29/2013 5:15:00 AM)

    Hey lady first of all a warm welcome to you here....
    as for as your poem is concern, such a adorable poem written by you, as satan is present in front of my eyes...

    indeed a exquisite piece of poetry by great artist..well done Rizwana dear. (Report) Reply

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