Abyss
Exchanging the nakedness
Of bodies
Like penetrating the
Open wound,
Out of habit
Her body follows
The commands of his
Touches
Giving him the authority
To overpower
Leaving herself lying down
Hunted
But still she craves for the
love making,
Like she had never have it
Still she craves for that gaze
Which can translate her eyes’
Languages
Still she craves for those whispers
Of sweet nothings
For which her laugh is rewarding
Still she craves for to be seen
And not to be looked at pieces
Of meats
That’s how she is living
In contradictions
That’s how she is becoming
More empty and
Self-sabotaging herself with
The code of ethics
Imposed by the society !!
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