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Busted & Broken
He mastered the art of holding her heart to ransom until he filled her soft yielding folds with his love after being tangled in a heated moment of deep hard grinding upon unspoken deliberations and long passionate kisses, as he signed himself upon her in the still of the dark, once upon a time.
Invading her in such a way that left her tangled and breathless upon his flawless flowing precipitations, leaving her weak and quivering like a leaf on the drift were enough to hold her heart steadily, yet unequivocally, he tormented her in a bittersweet tirade as she was astute and fully au fait with his kind of head fuckery.
The art of him could never be learnt explicitly as he was scattered between A to Z in each continent, freely germinating other flowers with his seed, in a garden that was draped with the scent of jasmine and rose, like a slow but methodical stroke upon her fragile being, he streaked her with his infidelities.
Gripping her tightly, and pulling her closer until he was firmly lodged in the grooves of her subtle but evident sway, and she honored his presence holistically; heart, mind, body and soul, irrespective of the heart shattering he inflicted upon her fragile state of being.
She forgave and he punished her more for her undying loyalty as he watched her wither and die, like a rose that hadn't been nourished and nurtured accordingly, without ever quenching her thirst or feeding her notions, holistically.
Indoctrinated with every inch of his entirety, from the inside outwardly, she savoured the pieces that filled her wholly as her intricacies danced upon his tongue, until he pierced her repeatedly and she became stretched upon the realm of his weightless provocations.
Entranced by the whispering of his incantations whilst strumming his name upon her delicate folds with his glistening tongue, she became tangled in the web he'd woven, ever so intricately with a precision that was thoroughly detailed.
Yet, gliding upon his graceful passions left her weak and tormented as the humming of his callous heart had attuned itself to hers, firmly juxtaposed between a heaven & hell she couldn't define, as he immersed himself in between her ocean of love and purity.
Until, she became the epitome of her insomnia and the dull ache that hollowed out the cavity within her chest as he extracted her heart with a grin upon his face that was carved into her psyche.
He bagged and tagged her as a cold case, and tossed her in a body bag with all the others, as if she was merely an instrument of his nothingness, as opposed to being instrumental to his well being and functionality, and that's where her love for him collided with his hate, for women.
Bound by his silkened threads of compulsion whilst grinding in a deep and hard motion of unspoken devotion, was she, with soft but hardened kisses which defined their hunger to drink from the cuppeth of love they shared with one another.
Unaware he'd execute her by washboarding her heart, after torturing her strategically.
Until she was humming his name blissfully in an unleashed moment of inaudible chirps, of more please and i love you's, as they melted into one another, yet he inflicted his wrath upon her repeatedly until she became reflective of his simmering volcanic lava, on the brink of ashing, and floating on the breeze.
Instrumental of a bond resembling a searing flame that burnt brightly as her blossom swooned under the gentle comets that drifted across the milky way that twinkled and glistened, yet flimsy enough to be scattered in the wind as he filled her depth with his cruelty.
Wrapped in the depths of utopian foundations, and fermenting passions solidified from pulsating motions, captured by the alchemic tapping of his finger tips, imprinted upon soft but aching flesh as they slid upon her wet and slippery notions as he whispered his devotions melodically.
The sensation of his rhythmic fascination held her captive, as he stripped her bare and repeatedly unearthed her soft delicate folds to familiarise himself with the intrigue that came with her rise and fall.
As the taste of her sweet nectar left him slightly intoxicated with a piquant afterthought that he held the key to her rebellious heart & soul as she nursed her brokenness, in an unspoken manner that busted her heart.
Invading her in such a way that left her tangled and breathless upon his flawless flowing precipitations, leaving her weak and quivering like a leaf on the drift were enough to hold her heart steadily, yet unequivocally, he tormented her in a bittersweet tirade as she was astute and fully au fait with his kind of head fuckery.
The art of him could never be learnt explicitly as he was scattered between A to Z in each continent, freely germinating other flowers with his seed, in a garden that was draped with the scent of jasmine and rose, like a slow but methodical stroke upon her fragile being, he streaked her with his infidelities.
Gripping her tightly, and pulling her closer until he was firmly lodged in the grooves of her subtle but evident sway, and she honored his presence holistically; heart, mind, body and soul, irrespective of the heart shattering he inflicted upon her fragile state of being.
She forgave and he punished her more for her undying loyalty as he watched her wither and die, like a rose that hadn't been nourished and nurtured accordingly, without ever quenching her thirst or feeding her notions, holistically.
Indoctrinated with every inch of his entirety, from the inside outwardly, she savoured the pieces that filled her wholly as her intricacies danced upon his tongue, until he pierced her repeatedly and she became stretched upon the realm of his weightless provocations.
Entranced by the whispering of his incantations whilst strumming his name upon her delicate folds with his glistening tongue, she became tangled in the web he'd woven, ever so intricately with a precision that was thoroughly detailed.
Yet, gliding upon his graceful passions left her weak and tormented as the humming of his callous heart had attuned itself to hers, firmly juxtaposed between a heaven & hell she couldn't define, as he immersed himself in between her ocean of love and purity.
Until, she became the epitome of her insomnia and the dull ache that hollowed out the cavity within her chest as he extracted her heart with a grin upon his face that was carved into her psyche.
He bagged and tagged her as a cold case, and tossed her in a body bag with all the others, as if she was merely an instrument of his nothingness, as opposed to being instrumental to his well being and functionality, and that's where her love for him collided with his hate, for women.
Bound by his silkened threads of compulsion whilst grinding in a deep and hard motion of unspoken devotion, was she, with soft but hardened kisses which defined their hunger to drink from the cuppeth of love they shared with one another.
Unaware he'd execute her by washboarding her heart, after torturing her strategically.
Until she was humming his name blissfully in an unleashed moment of inaudible chirps, of more please and i love you's, as they melted into one another, yet he inflicted his wrath upon her repeatedly until she became reflective of his simmering volcanic lava, on the brink of ashing, and floating on the breeze.
Instrumental of a bond resembling a searing flame that burnt brightly as her blossom swooned under the gentle comets that drifted across the milky way that twinkled and glistened, yet flimsy enough to be scattered in the wind as he filled her depth with his cruelty.
Wrapped in the depths of utopian foundations, and fermenting passions solidified from pulsating motions, captured by the alchemic tapping of his finger tips, imprinted upon soft but aching flesh as they slid upon her wet and slippery notions as he whispered his devotions melodically.
The sensation of his rhythmic fascination held her captive, as he stripped her bare and repeatedly unearthed her soft delicate folds to familiarise himself with the intrigue that came with her rise and fall.
As the taste of her sweet nectar left him slightly intoxicated with a piquant afterthought that he held the key to her rebellious heart & soul as she nursed her brokenness, in an unspoken manner that busted her heart.
Published 22nd Oct 2014
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23rd Oct 2014 00:40am
this is fascinating work. it held me spellbound until I tripped near the end, vis-a-vis the word 'busted.' it's used in deference to the title, of course, but it's not in a league w/other inspired choices, such as 'au fait,' which you disperse liberally & artfully throughout your poem.
it's merely a very minor blemish, & does not diminish my appreciation of your extraordinary composition...
it's merely a very minor blemish, & does not diminish my appreciation of your extraordinary composition...
23rd Oct 2014 11:46am
Wow...torturous is the feeling I think of
for the woman here, n shame for the male protagonist
of her emotional state of being... It seemed like
you really wanted to drive the point home
that this woman/women suffered greatly...
You surely have an undeniable talent my friend
for the woman here, n shame for the male protagonist
of her emotional state of being... It seemed like
you really wanted to drive the point home
that this woman/women suffered greatly...
You surely have an undeniable talent my friend
24th Oct 2014 4:24am
My interpretation: the dominant male as willful victimizer, the female as a loving, relatively selfless and accommodating spirit not driven by cruelty and ego. This is heartbreaking, and the roles reflected here are all too common and accepted. Fine work.
26th Oct 2014 4:04pm
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25th Feb 2024 3:07am
Your mastery of the language shines through, with articulate and fluent speech keeping me intrigued.
Amazing work.
Amazing work.
