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Mystique: Metaphors for My Beloved Part-2 Fairy Tales
I have never seen a mermaid-
With her fins so slender and gentle;
Or when you swim so weightless in water-
Any of them could have done with their bristle.
Cindrella could not have looked so ugly beautiful,
When you ran down to me leaving those landscapes behind;
And in the course you have broken the straps of your silver shoes,
Glow and shadow on your face were contemporaries and dutiful.
I have never imagined an angel nude-
With their breasts hanging for becoming stiff with magic,
Comparing your vagina to a sorcerers cave without any logic-
And you release fireballs from your canon eyes crushing me so rude.
[b][i]Dear Readers,
Mystique is back!
This time, with more intent metaphors and the intention is the same. Expressing passion, breaking the bridles of self-control, the most wildest of the things one can imagine and offer to his beloved. The charm evolves from the strangest of the compliments sang by the lover. What seems to be an assault to the beloved’s personal parts, are actually soothing to her considering the sincerity of the lover-boy. So chant this magic of romantic charm![/i][/b]
With her fins so slender and gentle;
Or when you swim so weightless in water-
Any of them could have done with their bristle.
Cindrella could not have looked so ugly beautiful,
When you ran down to me leaving those landscapes behind;
And in the course you have broken the straps of your silver shoes,
Glow and shadow on your face were contemporaries and dutiful.
I have never imagined an angel nude-
With their breasts hanging for becoming stiff with magic,
Comparing your vagina to a sorcerers cave without any logic-
And you release fireballs from your canon eyes crushing me so rude.
[b][i]Dear Readers,
Mystique is back!
This time, with more intent metaphors and the intention is the same. Expressing passion, breaking the bridles of self-control, the most wildest of the things one can imagine and offer to his beloved. The charm evolves from the strangest of the compliments sang by the lover. What seems to be an assault to the beloved’s personal parts, are actually soothing to her considering the sincerity of the lover-boy. So chant this magic of romantic charm![/i][/b]
Published 23rd Jul 2010
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23rd Jul 2010 7:31pm
i can read it over and over again without getting tired of it! it's beautifully beautiful! fairytale to it's finest form!
24th Jul 2010 6:00am
to thank you in the best possible way, because while posting this one I was very afraid of any reader's reaction. I thought a lot to post it or not. But you made my hard work so worthy. Thank you over and over again. Keep reading me.
Anonymous
27th Jul 2010 6:46am
This one is even better than its predecessor, Anando. The mix of filthiness and classical, fairy tale language works surprisingly well. I never thought anyone could manage such a feat, and neither imagined that anyone would try, but you pull it off with gusto and skill. The second line of the second stanza was especially evocative, as well as the comparison of a vagina to a sorcerer's cave.
27th Jul 2010 6:57am
Even personally the second line of the second stanza means to me a lot and that you have understand and identified such a sentiment makes you my favorite poet. My second poem so far added in reading list and both of them by you. You are so kind Jack:-)
1st Oct 2010 7:16pm
there is a great mix of crudeness and the classical fairytale language used here and i simply love it :)
and i agree with Jack Heslop on the second line of the second stanza, such a creative comparison and description of a vagina.
keep writing x
and i agree with Jack Heslop on the second line of the second stanza, such a creative comparison and description of a vagina.
keep writing x
