Sauntering thought-soaked,
On emotions-stricken legs
Through what seemed
The 'Aburi' of the battle field
Vivid striking visions
Dawn deep on me,
Saking memories of lustful-lines.
For it was all;
cutting, thrusting and piercing of
Some defensive trenches
Bemourning her womaness.
Between the gate of her thighs,
I savoured soothing scent
Like a hound sniffing out it's prey
Four-running my incursion
Into her long-preserved pride.
Clinging tightly to her curve
Like a magnetic force
I dug through her womaness
like an enraged bull,
Enjoying the symphonies
Of her moaning complementing mine
Hmmmm!
I fought!
Indeed i fought-fiercely
Conquering nature at best
Though not without scars,
building some sudden emptiness in me.
Thanks a bunch bard.i do appreciate your comment. and sorry this is coming late
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fantastic poem, a writer of great promise :)
Thanks Sir Richard