As he lay waste her bed , her Body, body-bed, bed-body As he lay waste her cushions and a saree unfurled As he lay waste in a haste To **** the marrow out of her Lay waste her blankets, And entered the bed which Wasnβt one of Matrimony But a bed raised in pursuit of mammon To sort things , the easy way out He entered a bed and she too , Was entered Body-bed , bed-body, As voices cooed and quivered As flesh writhed and squirmed Tamed flesh
As pleasure heaved itself And guilt oozed out Somewhere, unwary children shouted Finally, oh finally , passions routed And people fled , a temptress left In the temptressβ lair And though the bed still lay waste The pillows had a lot to boast, A reward for the magnanimous host Young tongues savoured dead flesh On the largesse of a bed lain waste In a temple of flesh.