What Next? - Poem by Prathibha Nandakumar
And then he asked, what next? .
We could very well begin with
realising his wildest fantasies,
create new parameters of pleasure,
just lie back and enjoy the nothingness
of being, explore the many different
patterns of passion
Or we could
pretend to be Adam and Eve
and enact the snake-apple-temptation drama
and give him enough evidence to
blame it on her.
What surprised her is that
he asked why?
Because it is the fundamental reason for being
which cannot be explained better than why a blowjob.
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