I am nude
Raving mad in my prime
A black mist
Strung up by cultural cords
Soldier without arms
In a battle with selfish Lords;
Death and his moths
The cold form of the man I love
Lying forlorn in a dark deep
Dead, dead to the world
Dead to me
He took with him, my sanity
My voice, my freedom
Upon his exit,
Was I to become a bride
To another Lord, a member of his clan
My hands, he tied behind my back
As custom demanded it be done
While he ravaged my priced femininity
Feeling my curves with callous hands
Nibbling with tobacco stained teeth
My precious breasts
My nipples hardened, my body quaked,
Saluting the new Lord upon his touch
My husband lay cold and alone
I rode another till I convulsed in his arms
The tears crawled down only then
And I wondered,
Where was my pride?
15/03/2012
Ohmston Weth
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Hmmn
Impressed.
Suddenly, suddenly…
Ah….. Ah…………….Ah………………
Where to start? Where to end?
Just Ah…………………….
@mildredhughes: sup wif the ah, ah, ah’s?
The evil perpetrated in the name of culture and tradition *sighs*.
Nice. I like this. Simple,subtle…laden with meaning
Thanks.
this had so many dimensions…i had to read thrice .
hats off!
Glad you could relate with this one. Thanks for stopping by.
So the hussie’s impotent? na wah ooo. hope she was a really pretty woman sha x_x
Nooo, he wasnt impotent, he’s dead.
Whooa!
Thanks for stopping by.
Oh boy! Nobody wants to say what happened. Only oohs and aahs. Raping a woman while her husband (or husband to be) lies dead closeby!!! Dang!!!
Someone is a sick puppy!!! Psychos are interesting. I like psychos