*"Ah, so thou think'st thou know'st me?
How so?
How can it be thus?
For truth be told, I know'st not even myself...
Behold me,
For I am a creature alien even unto my soul,
Lovest thou me?
Nay, thou hast loved nothing more than this here hollow husk
of blood and bone,
Come, cast thine divine eyes upon my desire,
Tonight I shalt dine on thy honeyed lips
that flow like ruby red wine..."*
©Rangzeb Hussain
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 8:36 AM UTC
*"Ah, so thou think'st thou know'st me?
How so?
How can it be thus?
For truth be told, I know'st not even myself...
Behold me,
For I am a creature alien even unto my soul,
Lovest thou me?
Nay, thou hast loved nothing more than this here hollow husk
of blood and bone,
Come, cast thine divine eyes upon my desire,
Tonight I shalt dine on thy honeyed lips
that flow like ruby red wine..."*
©Rangzeb Hussain
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