someone told decades ago
you smile
as the big bang of a blast
flashed over the land
mistaking a people,
it was the only light
in the darkness.
.. .. ..
you have the noble truths,
and assets,
the path to the cessation
of all the agonies
pains,
no satisfactoriness.
either noble
or ignoble feelings
of intense jealousy.

but i know
you are not in meditation,
you are in a trance
thinking deeply
about the girl
who is sent away
to get some mustard
from the homes
where death has not been peeped
at least once,
though you know
impossible.

and you may be pondering over
a full moon be risen,
and the moonshine of sense
be pervaded
throughout the universe.
but alas!
even from your own home
you have been evicted
and now
your children
are in deep fights
in a state of consciousness
how to bring
the shipwreck of icons
in the hegemony
of colours.

sabi,sleept
on her dainty bedding
lay clad in nothing.

beth, then wearing
but her creamy skin
found her sabi
stretched,on silky bed,
in her usual eagle-spread.

she soon started fondling,
creamy ***** of sabi
in a husky hollering.
sabi with her half-done eyelids
chanted sultry hymns
to her brewed up buds,
throbbing in her salty cranny,
unfurled into fleshy petals
to be slurped
from her dripping chocolate.

soon she climbed on nimble sabi
and veiled her ***** lips
that tremor in throes,
ans devoured her silky petals
like a baby ******* teats.

as she wrote poems with her tongue,
churning sabi's *****,shivering,
beth now milked and milked
her scented *****.

sabi gulped abd drank her musky honey
while she bucked and heaved
under her own sappy beth.

pushing supple fingers
into beth's trusted tulip,
sabi squirted load of jelly white
to wet and slake her randy throat

beth then cascaded
her *****-honey
into the gullible gullet
that sabi opened.

and with a long longing sigh
both of them
now fell in embrace
smearing ***** gush
on ***** and *****

you look at my eyes
and see i love them
you whisper my name
and i see you love it
you love me great
and see how great
is my heart,
where you have a place,
that you can call your own.
as you feel my *******
and ******,the thrusts
arouse the warmth
that burns your fingers
make scalds of love
all over your body
and i feel the same.
be my ***** friend
but see
how i love my life
and enjoy your dreams
in which you stroll
in my corridors
that would come true.

we protest
raising voice against molestation.
first we all stand ,
growing in stature.
then we walk robed in skin.
what will you do?

don’t gaze like this.
we sit bare from toe to head
what will you do?

don’t be the pack of snarling wolves
our crannies are veiled
with downy lips which tremour.

bold you are, amorous too,  
our booboos swell
don’t take care of them
unless consensual.

don’t gaze like this
our thighs
are neither wheat-toned  nor white,
for you to satisfy.
they are as black as possible.

don’t embarrass you jacks
or don’t give a snort of disgust
we are black.
yet we can entice you
to raise your eyebrows
if your gazes and scents
arms and legs and crotches
are consensual.

or else,
not all coquettish,
come hither
to award you all
a ten nautical miler kick and punch
we are strong.