In the dark and deep interiors
Where harsh reality prevails
Where no state's aid knocks
A gruesome tale it entails
Where woman is a mother,
Sister, or a guileless daughter
Behind veils of ignorance
Where poor is beaten excruciatingly
For solely out of wantonness
A young girl writhing with pain
Fear, dysphoria of social shame
Where age-old myths are sacred
In their glum and gloated atmosphere
Where harsh reality prevails
Out of sophisticated, sedentary lifestyles
In the dark and deep interiors
Where backwardness is upheld...

Where is the shame?
Why do i still want you?
Why do i crave your name dripping
Off of my skin?

I still ache to bear your marks.
I need that sweet tension to break.
To be bitten, used, yours.
One last time.

I think I'm gay
for you

Are you straight?
for me???????

Yolo