She dreamt a dream of a requisite requiem far away,
For the unrequited love of life, led her lanky lamb's limbs astray.
To where she'd dither along the moor's marsh land,
Braved the dreary draughts of randy rain and hindless hail.
She'd return without fail in her frailty.
To where the shadows cast by the leaves of the alders,
Speckled across her open back like silver freckles.
She'd sway in the clearest of days, and lay in the ravage of rain.
And in saltier slathers of gold graced spit,
She'd await the pair of goldfinches to descend upon her silver speckled clit.
Await the trill of their liquid song, sung by their acetone tongue ,
Pecking a silver chime over the pleasure of grated groans.
“No.” Her iron lungs lunged and quivered.
She supposed he knew from his exhale and shiver.
Awake, now, lesserly known nor knowing, moreso,
awaken, alone, but with the haunting face of a *** upon her window,
“outside, look outside”
It called, so she stayed inside, unknown, laying low from the randy ravage of his rage.
9/11/2025
After may be the advent of democracy war could grunt
or groan, raising it's smokes or names for instance.
Once more again it may not be the only thing so harking
to show,
when like already new diseases are found everyday
everywhere here wew gingering further to a gloom
grotesque.
Nigeria is under intranet humor emergency:
Maybe a cool war to see the world now through itself,
maybe a cool war to welcome the something whole
heatedly,
maybe a cool war to enjoy a thing of clit and clat.
Why like democracy is also the government of these
machines, they are cool but on me- thought noses,
water is nature and fish and mermaid and stone
and a lot more?.
Kitten,
Clit-en
Latex mitten
L'Origine du monde
smegma musk odors of clit
pervade my night sky
L'Origine du monde, the first realistic painting of a vulva in Western art (Oil painting by Jean Désiré Gustave Courbet 1866, Paris: Musée d'Orsay )
"I am fifty years old and I have always lived in freedom; let me end my life free; when I am dead let this be said of me: 'He belonged to no school, to no church, to no institution, to no academy, least of all to any régime except the régime of liberty."(Jean Désiré Gustave Courbet)
©rajat kanti chakrabarty
16 December 2014
they clit
must by quick
when school near
some time shear
with a grim a pin
other papers
and hooks
its part of THE TOOLS
SCHOOL SUPPLY
AND BOOKS
My body has lost all control, my skin's so excited.
I am waiting for your touch, the moment is heightened.
Your warm hands surrounding my ****,
your slippery, wet tounge arousing my clit.
Sweaty and hot, bent over the bed,
anxiously waiting for you to slide within.
Control is beyond me, torn by the bliss,
that can only be found in your kiss.
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