Madhu Smita

Smooth - Poem by Madhu Smita

I am not smooth
I don't know smooth
I don't do smooth
I am hot and I am cold
But living in the temperate zone is not my thing
Come to me if you can handle my heat
Come to me if you can bear my chill
I'll scald you making a thousand nerves come alive at the same time
I'll numb your senses to all the pain
I'll take you to the highest peak of pleasure where you'll no more be able to discern between pleasure and pain

Come to me if you are ready to be marked for life

Topic(s) of this poem: desire

Form: Prose Poem

Comments about Smooth by Madhu Smita

  • Jazib Kamalvi (8/12/2017 12:40:00 PM)

    A good attempt in the chapter of desireg. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 15, 2017

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