Coitus
The Witness
The vermilion sky witnessed the truth in her eyes, bruised with desires she dragged herself in the middle of the busy road.
It was late afternoon, a virgin path, crickets whistling, and there, amidst the tremendous silence a bruised lump of flesh shaped in a maiden figure stood bare, torn pieces of her clothes still hung around her arms and her neck. Her white skin marked the brutality of masochism. she bled, her face did the same, her arms, her legs, her shoulders, her breasts, and her heart--it ached, it cursed her mind being veiled by innocence, it wailed at her trust, and choked her throat leaving her as a dead corpse breathing painfully.
Her keen eyes awaiting her rescue from this lecherous world.
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The Morning
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The wait
The dusty earth is experiencing the sunny heat of a 10 O'clock morning. He is standing under the tower, near the busy market road, A tall, tan complexioned man, his beards signifying his manhood. His shirt buttons are loosened showing glimpses of his bare chest. he bears a manly face, well sculpted, deep brown intoxicating eyes, dry yet thirsty and pulpy red lips making him all the more attractive to passionate hearts. He is a "lady's desire" kind of a man, adorned with a reserved and stern personality. The time, the cacophony of human sounds, all is witnessing his desirous penetrating eyes which are eager to meet his burning passion, his lecherous urge -- curtained with the charm of love.
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Destiny
Ash clouds gathered in the west corner of the sky, the blue is tired out by the grey. It is slowly and steadily overpowering its timid blue prey with its massive, soft cotton ball like structure. Yes, the grey desire with its ferocious urge to devour the shy,sulky, naive bluish innocence, is ready to plunge on its prey. Soon, yes soon, the terra firma is going to elude its heat to burn the lascivious appetite, but no,the scream dies. Uncovered, unheard, the luscious flesh lies trembling. Its preyed upon! yes, preyed upon by a dire savage passion.
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Deception
The clock strikes 11. Eager eyes are filled brim to brim with lust and is drenching down now. Holding on the breathe is becoming difficult, and then, just like a calm soothing mild breeze, pacifying the eager fervour of a tumultuous heart, she appears. Her hued body glaring all the colours made the earth a more radiant place to live for. The ardour eyes are witnessing her chastity. Her chaste soul, with a hope to outreach for her love is entering the trap to soon lose her every bit only to gain remorse, undying sorrow and bitterness.
She crosses the road, nears towards the tower, and comes close to her rustic man. He opens up his arms, embraces her hard, and kisses her softly on her forehead. He puts his hands around her waist and whispers on her ears, " Come lets go, Lets be forever together, I have a beautiful surprise for you, a place you will love to go to. Order me so that I can take you there." These words pour down her ears like sweet jingling poison. Unknown of her destiny, drenched in the intoxicating liquor of love, she could only trust the voice, the sweat drops falling on her shoulders, the smell of the precipitation. She holds his wrist tightly and nods her head agreeing to his words. They, yes, they steps in the clumsy marketplace, walks through its dirty paths and halts near a scruffy hotel. Her grasp over his wrist tightens, her heart starts beating rapidly, her anxious mind is only being assuaged by trust. He nears the counter, books a room and with a shy smile only to beguile her, cuddles her. Petrified, reluctant, she moves loathsomely towards the room and before her brain could figure out anything, she finds herself locked in a dilapidated, worn out chamber. The dried out fragrance of the room knocks alarmingly at the doors of her mind, it is trying to alert her, but no, no, she is a clay mould being kneaded by hard fists. Her mind is blank, she is squeezing the sheets covering the bed on which she is laying upon, her flesh is getting tainted by rough hands, and her feelings are saturated. The fists holds her breasts, squeezes the muscles as hard as his passion could bleed, yes, he is in his demon like vigour, his lips are hovering over her honeypot, his tongue licking over it. Her screams are pushing it hard to break free and come out but, alas, they are drowned, they lie somewhere quelled in some corner of her mouth. His demon feeds upon her innocence. Now well satiated, he pulls aside the bruised, bleeding, ruptured, victim. He throws away bits of her tattered garb, over her cast-off body.
He is strolling down-stairs, his face calm, unperturbed. Yes, he is going away, the unrecognized swindler bids adieu to the bleeding innocence, lying threadbare.
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The Rescue
The white trembling hand raises itself overcoming the pangs it accomplished, addressing itself towards a moving vehicle. She could barely stand, blood is streaming down her thighs, her body is aching due to the force that tore her apart, her tainted virginity laid bare in the maiden path. The vehicle encroaches quite close. Her destiny meets rescue. In another minute, her half conscious, contuse body is being covered with jute rags.
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Love
It is another beautiful and vibrant morning. The busy road is echoing its dissonance. The curtains are pulled aside baring the window. The sun rays kissed her eyes once again, her eyelids slowly parted ways and her pupil could observe the chaste nature. Her heart aches, a drop of salted water rolls down her cheeks, she feels helpless, but no, not again, she could feel the soft nurturing hands on her shoulder, the sweet fragrance of a soothing breathe, mollifying her soul. The caress of the soft fingers running down her neck heals all the wounds, showering love. She embraces her; Mother kisses her forehead, presses her hard into her own bosom. The silence of the room yelled words of compassion and outreached itself to distant lands, meadows, valleys and plains.
*************
The Witness
The vermilion sky witnessed the truth in her eyes, bruised with desires she dragged herself in the middle of the busy road.
It was late afternoon, a virgin path, crickets whistling, and there, amidst the tremendous silence a bruised lump of flesh shaped in a maiden figure stood bare, torn pieces of her clothes still hung around her arms and her neck. Her white skin marked the brutality of masochism. she bled, her face did the same, her arms, her legs, her shoulders, her breasts, and her heart--it ached, it cursed her mind being veiled by innocence, it wailed at her trust, and choked her throat leaving her as a dead corpse breathing painfully.
Her keen eyes awaiting her rescue from this lecherous world.
********
The Morning
It is a blissful morning, the birds are chirping, the sky is glistening, the wind carrying the fragrance of beautiful virgin flowers to distant places. Mother pulls aside the curtain, unveils the glorious morning, welcomes the rays to touch her eyes and smear through her frame. She opens her sun kissed eyelids slowly, only to mesmerize her sight. As soon as her eyes meet nature, her heart sung the harmonious symphony of love.She recalls her beloved, his desperate waiting, his restless breathing and undying love. She raises her torso from her bed, moves herself near the washroom, refreshes her body and soothes her soul with the melodious cold droplets of water. Her body wraps its charm with all beautiful hues dyed on cotton. She is ready to step out now, her golden locks flowing like rivulet down her shoulders. Yes, she steps out to meet her love; to embrace ecstasy....is it euphoria or catastrophe that she will meet eventually .
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The wait
The dusty earth is experiencing the sunny heat of a 10 O'clock morning. He is standing under the tower, near the busy market road, A tall, tan complexioned man, his beards signifying his manhood. His shirt buttons are loosened showing glimpses of his bare chest. he bears a manly face, well sculpted, deep brown intoxicating eyes, dry yet thirsty and pulpy red lips making him all the more attractive to passionate hearts. He is a "lady's desire" kind of a man, adorned with a reserved and stern personality. The time, the cacophony of human sounds, all is witnessing his desirous penetrating eyes which are eager to meet his burning passion, his lecherous urge -- curtained with the charm of love.
****************
Destiny
Ash clouds gathered in the west corner of the sky, the blue is tired out by the grey. It is slowly and steadily overpowering its timid blue prey with its massive, soft cotton ball like structure. Yes, the grey desire with its ferocious urge to devour the shy,sulky, naive bluish innocence, is ready to plunge on its prey. Soon, yes soon, the terra firma is going to elude its heat to burn the lascivious appetite, but no,the scream dies. Uncovered, unheard, the luscious flesh lies trembling. Its preyed upon! yes, preyed upon by a dire savage passion.
**************
Deception
The clock strikes 11. Eager eyes are filled brim to brim with lust and is drenching down now. Holding on the breathe is becoming difficult, and then, just like a calm soothing mild breeze, pacifying the eager fervour of a tumultuous heart, she appears. Her hued body glaring all the colours made the earth a more radiant place to live for. The ardour eyes are witnessing her chastity. Her chaste soul, with a hope to outreach for her love is entering the trap to soon lose her every bit only to gain remorse, undying sorrow and bitterness.
She crosses the road, nears towards the tower, and comes close to her rustic man. He opens up his arms, embraces her hard, and kisses her softly on her forehead. He puts his hands around her waist and whispers on her ears, " Come lets go, Lets be forever together, I have a beautiful surprise for you, a place you will love to go to. Order me so that I can take you there." These words pour down her ears like sweet jingling poison. Unknown of her destiny, drenched in the intoxicating liquor of love, she could only trust the voice, the sweat drops falling on her shoulders, the smell of the precipitation. She holds his wrist tightly and nods her head agreeing to his words. They, yes, they steps in the clumsy marketplace, walks through its dirty paths and halts near a scruffy hotel. Her grasp over his wrist tightens, her heart starts beating rapidly, her anxious mind is only being assuaged by trust. He nears the counter, books a room and with a shy smile only to beguile her, cuddles her. Petrified, reluctant, she moves loathsomely towards the room and before her brain could figure out anything, she finds herself locked in a dilapidated, worn out chamber. The dried out fragrance of the room knocks alarmingly at the doors of her mind, it is trying to alert her, but no, no, she is a clay mould being kneaded by hard fists. Her mind is blank, she is squeezing the sheets covering the bed on which she is laying upon, her flesh is getting tainted by rough hands, and her feelings are saturated. The fists holds her breasts, squeezes the muscles as hard as his passion could bleed, yes, he is in his demon like vigour, his lips are hovering over her honeypot, his tongue licking over it. Her screams are pushing it hard to break free and come out but, alas, they are drowned, they lie somewhere quelled in some corner of her mouth. His demon feeds upon her innocence. Now well satiated, he pulls aside the bruised, bleeding, ruptured, victim. He throws away bits of her tattered garb, over her cast-off body.
He is strolling down-stairs, his face calm, unperturbed. Yes, he is going away, the unrecognized swindler bids adieu to the bleeding innocence, lying threadbare.
************
The Rescue
The white trembling hand raises itself overcoming the pangs it accomplished, addressing itself towards a moving vehicle. She could barely stand, blood is streaming down her thighs, her body is aching due to the force that tore her apart, her tainted virginity laid bare in the maiden path. The vehicle encroaches quite close. Her destiny meets rescue. In another minute, her half conscious, contuse body is being covered with jute rags.
************
Love
It is another beautiful and vibrant morning. The busy road is echoing its dissonance. The curtains are pulled aside baring the window. The sun rays kissed her eyes once again, her eyelids slowly parted ways and her pupil could observe the chaste nature. Her heart aches, a drop of salted water rolls down her cheeks, she feels helpless, but no, not again, she could feel the soft nurturing hands on her shoulder, the sweet fragrance of a soothing breathe, mollifying her soul. The caress of the soft fingers running down her neck heals all the wounds, showering love. She embraces her; Mother kisses her forehead, presses her hard into her own bosom. The silence of the room yelled words of compassion and outreached itself to distant lands, meadows, valleys and plains.
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