The City Is Mine Poem by Ravi Moirangthem

The city is mine.
Tonight, she tempts me with her
Blazing, skyscraping legs wide open.
Knowledge is powerful,
Ambition is propelling -
I use them both to dig into
As I uncover every bit of her.


The city is mine.
She reveals more through her
See-through glass walls.
The smell of success, promises of domination,
Filmsy straps of her glittery corsets,
Nudeness of her tongue-
They all arouse me.
Love is blind,
Lust is direct
And moral belongs to the losers.
My character began at smoky discotheques
And merciless competitions tempered it.
My manner is to conquer all.


The city is mine.
Her silky roads spread out
For me to ride on.
Unloyal attrition rates,
Urgencies of opportunists and saleswomen,
My Servlet-serving skills,
Satyric blood rushing in my members-
They all favor in my conquest.
At triumph, my orgasmic skins burns
And my hair rises into feral flames.


The city is mine.
Her curvy skylines bend before my knees.
In our moment of gory and glory;
She moans of rock-concerts
And the agonies of slums.
Years of struggles have sculpted my killer skills.
Now, the city has to shine and service me the whole night.
Yessss! I've fixed to live through a lifetime of orgasms.