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Pornography

He came from a family of strict Muslims
in the Arab continent, his mother never ventured
out of the house without her Burqa 
His father had a long beard and dressed traditionally
and wore a Jambiya stuck in his belt.
They were proud of the son who had done well
in school, he wanted to be an engineer 
found himself in Munich to study the craft at
a university.
At the UNI, meeting other young men, he was
introduced to pornography for the first time
in his life saw naked women writhing in sexual 
pleasure and was drawn to the  blond girl
in the photo and had the face of an angel 
One day after that sat a café frequented by
students, he met a young woman he thought looked
like the  girls in the photo, she smiled at him
and asked him what he was studying
 he told her   she liked him a lot
Whenever he had a break, he went to the café
to meet herm after a week, they were holding
hands, it took him longer to invite her to see
a movie, but the porno pictures he had seen
were disturbing, his loins lusted after her
Coming out of the cinema, walking in the dark
streets, they embraced and kissed, on fire
intensely, he lost control of the lust and
thought he had raped her, she was angry with
he threatened to tell them he had hurt her
He held around her neck and begged her not to tell
he would be fired from the UNI and sent home
so hard he pressed, she was lifeless in his grip
and fell to the ground with a gasp and thought
she was dead and ran away in a panic
He ran and ran until coming to his room, where
he was exhausted, fully dressed, and fell asleep, but in dreams, the same scene, him holding around
the girl's throat thought 
it had been a dream, but he knew it was not
He undressed, smelling of her and her perfume
the child in him took over, thought of 
cutting himself, confessing the murder, and hoped
they would feel compassion for him
Resigned, he changed trousers, walked to school
At the gate of the UNI, he saw her talking to two
men in suits, she saw him, she pointed and
said it's him, it's him, and they arrested him
 had lost, what would his dad think of him now   
Written by oskar
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