Caricature of Intimacy

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My eyes are all swollen and mouth bleakly bleeds,
But that is not the pain that echoes to the deep
-est of my depths. The agony that screams,
from every inch of my body is muffled by the tears,
and nobody can hear my cry for help and heartbeats of fear.
It was not my fault, I swear, I swear,
I swear on my life.
He put the sharp edges of his knife
over my skull and over my spine
whispering his wishes of feasting on my kind.
His eyes running over the surface of my skin
His hands hovering over my panty’s lining.
The sinner was smiling, ready to commit sin
and I was the victim of breath which reeked of gin.
He ripped of my skirt and threw the pieces away,
on the same dirty sewer land where I now lay.

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Who is that delirious delicious damsel?
She looks like a fine one to be a vessel
to can dip my beak and quench my thirst.
She has the privilege of being the first
who enchanted by the action will plead for more
I will crown her the queen of my whores
and stamp my credentials in the deepest of her cores.
 Let me step closer and take a long look,
by hook or by crook I shall make her the cover of the book
in which I write my legacy, so the girls can know my name.
But the world can never know… It is such a shame!
At last! I can fulfill my dreams of the nights,
and that too without spending a single dime!
Bit by bit and flesh by flesh I will make her mine,
and throw her away before the new sun shines.
Oh see how my mouth salivates only thinking about this,
Oh how I want to get started and plough her with my kiss.
Let me calm myself and let my composure regain,
Soon we shall let the game of lad and lass begin.  

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Then he proceeded with the humiliation of my humanity,
exploiting my womanhood, devoid of sanity.
I knew my efforts of struggle would meet vanity,
so I closed my eyes and hoped that it would be over soon, quietly.
Inside of me was he – scratching, pulling, pushing, hitting, slapping,
groping, grabbing, gagging, choking, humping, raging, racking,
brutally mapping and sketching every part of my aching and slacking
body. His laugh and sighs and groans and moans,
hid the tension and force which broke my bones
and performs disjoining of my spirit and soul.
The warm blood eloping with flint and stones,
which pierced my feet and sole.
His sweat staining my walls,
his stench drilling through the halls
of horror and nightmare he held me in.
He skinned my existence and dreams,
with his wooden sticks and iron beams,
and nailed me to the cross of disgrace which was more seamless than it seemed.

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I did what I did,
in bid to do what others forbid,
Who could stop me?
Nobody had the courage key
to unlock their humanity.
Those who see, get scared and run,
never interrupting me off my fun.
I banged her to my heart’s content,
till the point no medicine could amend
nor any meditation could heal her broken seal.
I gave her what she wanted, to her I did in heaven send.
Like a cur her fragrance would blend with the my friends,
who were my subjects and whom I have painted in my color
to be bitches and horses who call my name and wear my collar.

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We stand we stand we stand we stand,
by thousands and lakhs and crores join hands.
Is there something we can do to stop
or the remains of broken women will we forever mop?
The beast is in the shadows,
the beast is in the meadows,
the beast in the lows of town,
sitting on its crown.
We need a spark, we need a flame,
to put an end to its destructive game.