Absconding Perpetrator

Absconding Perpetrator prose poem

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Let me lick the drunken lips of your thirsty nights
Le`chez rubbed with kisses
Soul undressed in an ugly nudity of deceitful charm…
Was it a forbidden thrill peeping out of hungry eyes?
Or was it a bedridden dream of cancerous breast,
Mounted up,
Nipples so erect
Fulvestrant failed to work
But it was only love of fibbing emotions
Lost in 6/7’ of squeezing bed sheet.
A drowsy carnal moaning compressed,
Seized before it rose to the pick;
Burried amid the square shape of hollowness
It was only a cinder in heart
Wrapped up in greedy time of lucrative desire
Devouring all in spoonful of emotion.
It is only souvenir that sucks
The sleepless pillows of gazing stars
Let me lick own wounds
Till I cremate to resurrect…

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