Let the insanity in

Her body is naked, but so is her soul sometimes.

A black spot in the garden of disguised roses,
giving a part of her spirit to strangers,
a debt that shall never be repaid.
it's not something she chooses.
From the first blow of wind to the last snowflake, her skin a bewitching land of virtue that has no boundaries nor limits.
But can paper ever be a forfeit for love?
A blessed feather that falls on you from above?
The aroma of her brown hair will rush to your treacherous mind and find itself a room.
Her breasts at divine place of worship. Secret folds of warm flash,
a temptation to every inhibition you've ever known.
Would you hold yourself or let the insanity in?
Would you let the Luminous mist cover every mark of your existence?
And then you can't breathe, does holding your breath send chills down your spine?
So hold your breath, don't breathe and find yourself struggling from within.
Would you dare to smile or put on an act?
This is what it's like to be her.
But why does she let this happen to herself? Her misery a Prisoner to her will.
kept in a box someone else created
She is holding her breath exasperated.
She goes from Street to Street,
her dress barely covering her behind.
The small Mirrors in her dress can light up your eyes, casting the shadow behind. Shadow on her.
She is covered in shadows.
Don't let the insecurity in her eyes stale the petals of lust.
Don't ask her name first, it's no use anyway. It's not a real, just like her smile.
Her identity subject to perceptions not strong enough to stand on its own.
Call her sweetheart, babe Or love or just don't watch your tone.
She is spanked to desperation.
She is fucked to frustration.
The marks on her thighs, a proof of how easy it is for her to make someone lose control.
By playing a role or just a wink.
Or some cable ties and kink.
You can spank her to frustration.
You can f**k her to desperation.
She shouts in her perfect voice, "ride boy ride".
Yes, ride boy ride.
Ride her with all your manhood, watch it shrinking by her side.
Ride her with all your strength watch that power melting beneath her eyes.
She is a piece of art gone wrong.
A hard blow of a ceaseless Storm.
A fallen ray from the twilight Sky.
Selling her body for clothes, selling her smile for tears.
Burning by a match you light so her daughters stomach won't burn.
She opens her legs every time you look at her to hold what you can't anymore.
You are a pilgrim, she is a goddess.
Or maybe you are just a monster and she a lamb, more than willing to be slaughtered. Torn apart, from limb to limb.
She is selling her identity for survival.
But ask her name next time, her real name so we don't have to call her 'she'.
She is someone's sister, daughter, mother or wife.
She is drenched in vex .
She uses a tool called sex to counter strike the plight of almighty by selling her womanhood.
The parts he designed.
After all she is a woman and he a man.

Author's Note

Just sit down for a moment and think about all the times where you have sold yourself to people in ways you didn't realise.

Reviews

[T.S. Ulmus]

I love how you seamlessly cross the line between exploited and exploiter. She is simultaneously victim and assailant. That's not an easy picture to paint but you've done it here quite well. The rhyme scheme it's ambitious and you executed it nicely, you also have some lovely turns of phrases. All together, it's a good write.

[Ankita Dwivedi]

Thank you for your visit and words.. Really appreciate it, my friend..

[Neville]

This is nothing short of a masterpiece .. it is everything my reviewing predecessor John said it is .. and more .. 'Let the insanity in' is not only that though, it provides an important wake up call for all those who wander around with their eyes closed .. and a voice for exploited women everywhere .. people even since it is not only women that are variously exploited ..

I really do take my hat off to you Ankita ..

All Good Things,

Neville

[Ankita Dwivedi]

Juat now , i saw that i haven't replied to your comment .I skipped it ig .lol sorry *
SO TRUE , my friend ..what you have said here ..But noone has ever called this poem A MASTERPIECE ..can't tell how special this review was and will always cherish it. specially , if it comes from a poet like you it really does take me really high ..Forever in gratitude of your guidance and good words , m'sweet.
Love , Ankita

[Neville]

.. U R Most Welcome ...

.. N :)

[John the Baptist]

This one is overwhelming. It is erotic, appalling and awe inspiring all at the same time. The woman is both captivating and sympathetic in her plight. I need another glass of wine after reading this one.

[Ankita Dwivedi]

oh:) thank you so much for your review ,sir. It potrays the irony and the bravery of a woman altogether.Hope another glass of wine did'nt bother you .XO