Come,
See me, the way you like,
Touch or slit
Pinch or rip
To provide you relief.
Pull my heart
Out of my family
To lean to thee
Or feed in me the poison
To vomit riches.
For you, I’m a puppet
To quench your craving,
A wet fantasy of sigh,
Or a pair of firm beguiling thighs
Or a fertile piece of land to yield a lad.
I bear all that you wreak
For, I’m and I’ll remain
Mother, the creator of men.
Verily, woman is the creator of men, Loved reading it I invite you to read my poems
I bear all that you wreak For, I’m and I’ll remain Mother, the creator of men......so nivce dictum. A beautiful poem nicely penned. Thanks for sharing. ....10
how much I love such attitude to life: as a toy, doll, and as a careful Mother! the tone of relations I like the most! great!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dedication to nature wirh the muse of creation. Thanks for sharing.