While I was sleeping..A Poem by Frozen EyesShattered fantasy...When my feeble
slumber metamorphoses into aroused holocaust...
In my languid
state I fathom the Babel of tomorrow...
Yet my NOW seems
explicitly eloquent...
The benevolent touch
feels like summer in December…
All those ribald
gestures made, feels welcome…
The sculpted
texture fits impeccably on my curves…
I’m about to rumble
the lascivious Me…
And then…
I warp my
writhing form in the malicious sheets...
I'm marooned
with my vanquished ME! © 2015 Frozen EyesReviews
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StatsAuthorFrozen EyesCooch Behar, West Bengal, IndiaAboutHere to express supressed feelings, dreams that never came true, failed rebellions and some sweet memories. more..Writing
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