Raw Sex Blessed Conjugal Love Poem by Ravi Kopra

A conjugal love may lack the thrills of romance,
but from dawn to dusk it's music and dance,
listen to the tune of china clay utensils,
see him, he is busy with paper and pencils,

-Akhtar Jawad at poemhunter

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It is only musla marital, bridal, nuptial raw sex in bed
No tender feelings of love, thrills of romance all dead

Allah forbids music. So musla make music with dinnerware made of china clay
Hitting cups with plates, plates with cups, up and down they jump as if in a play

Allah wants muslas to pray five times a day, always do oozu before they pray
Allah does not want them to dance, if they do, in jahanum they'll always stay

Allah also does not allow sketches, pictures, photos, photographs, nudes in special
If they do such heinous, non barbaric things, they'll get lashes by mullah marshals

So a musla's love life without thrills of romance is like barren desert parched lands
Sleeping with his four wives in random turns, seeing their floral henna painted hands

His pleasure is to slaughter Hindus' holy mother cows for breakfast lunch and dinner
Kill all Kafirs, non believers, idol worshippers and make them muslas to be a winner

O Allah, you are so graceful, merciful, bountiful, loveful
In Jannat you grant us 32 virgins, so dazzlingly beautiful.


- to be continued after further readings of musla conjugal love