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The mysteries we shared

"After mysteries am I, mysterious men too"

together when we slipped away from others

she told me with a grin, evidently hysterical,

it gripped me, for some unknown reason.

 

"More in to mysteries than anything else"

I gently notified to her  my intentions

"I've never been able to **** a male ****** ever"

She indicated the area of her present  curiosity

but isn't it strange,that she sounded wistful?

 

If I heard her right,she mentioned repeatedly

about,"The Third Brest,"as if she has a mystery

for me in store.When buried deep around my *******

her teeth transmitted a hunger, and I felt it:

what exactly a mother feels suckling her baby

her heart beat went out of control,I could see

the pangs of child that has never been fed

from her mother's breast, or fondled by her

 

 

And the mysterious part of the game

she saved for me was finally unveiled,

                                              my expectant eyes

saw a chest devoid of any kind of swell, except

the memories of the two full ones taken away

mercilessly by decease.I saw blood in her tears.

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Written by
k-balachandran
Indian
Published
Dec 17, 2016
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#tear#mystery#blood#breast
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