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The Mystical Pishogue #2

I am fierce

I am wild

I am an emblem of self-implied exile.

 

I am aggressive

I am saucy

I am an insignia of selfishly haughty.

 

I am bold

I am vain

I am an image of disdain.

 

I am dominant

I am arrogant

I am yet, a metaphor of a self-loathing Samaritan.

 

I am malicious

I am viciously uncompassionate

I am of all these, a conglomerate.

 

I am I

I am what I am

A phony fable in a flesh.

 

I am I

I am what I am

A conceited allegory in oneself.

 

Her another shade of mystery here: The Mystical Pishogue.

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My Very Own Peccadillo.

I don’t know love

I don’t know how it is to be loved

But I know how to love

Day in and day out-

Giving my all.

I am a woman, pining for love

Waiting to be touched;

To be held in your arms, to be

Kissed.

The soft murmur of your eyes-

The hoarse voice; I am only waiting.

I don’t know love

I don’t know how it is to be loved

For I am full of distortions

Queerness, you may say.

But everything I own is mine

And mine alone.

I am whole and yet incomplete

For I don’t know love.

I am a pleaser-

A sinner.

I am my own beloved

I am the betrayed.

I have joys, I have aches.

But they are all mine,

Mine alone.

I am I.

For I don’t know love

I don’t know what it is to be loved

But I know how to love______

A Barbarous Bogart.

Garbed in a glorious bedlah

She tranced towards me like a Cinderella,

With mischievous eyes and a coy smile

She perpetuates my wait, longer than the river Nile.

 

She sways her waist with obtuse precision

Making my lust ameliorate with elysian,

Her biased hips, her light feet transfix me

And I want myself to drown in her tumultuous sea.

 

Her fingers brush away my forehead hair

Her sensuous red lips near my ears, forcing me to dare,

Her knees gluttonously sliding betwixt my thighs

My pleasures reaching the epitome without a surmise.

 

Feverishly, I grab her left breast making her squirm

Her laughter rippling inside me like a lightening storm,

But oh! Alas! Curtly, she unfastened a dagger from behind her back

And pierced ferociously through the seething sinews of my heart.