How Do I love Thee?

She lies dormant
Beside me
A heavenly apparition
Certain to drive
Roman goddesses
Green with envy
Her ebony hair
All fluttered
Cheeks, milky and undisturbed
Lips like Cherry Wine
A Venus dimple on her chin
Skin, tender
As a new-born
Her slender curves
Accentuated
By her skin tight gown
Her breathing slow
But Steady
She wakes
To a familiar sight
A grin
She lets out a smile
Like a soft, white cloud
It melts my heart
At twenty paces
She drifts in to my arms
The Soft fragrance of her hair
Dissipates times of
Quite isolation
Pulling her self
To my ear
She whispers
Three words
Three words that
Bought me back
From after-life
OH
How Do I love Thee?
How much more?


PS: A series on how relationships begin all gracious & gay, only to end in hate & remorse. Part I.

The "BODKIN"

The "BODKIN" goes by many names, but I simply prefer the word "BODKIN" (for obvious reasons). Existence of "BODKIN" dates to the antediluvian times of our forefathers & theirs. And I would be wrong if I say the "BODKIN” wouldn’t live longer. Well that is, if Armageddon doesn't happen first!

"BODKIN" lurks everywhere, well hidden from the outside world. It evokes a plethora of emotions; sometimes malice, sometimes outré & at times, simply piquant! Life without it, is inconceivable (you got that right). Be warned of the spasmodic "eruptions" that also incidentally happens in public (a real shame I tell you!). The "BODKIN" needs no coaxing per se. No sir! A tickle & the "BODKIN" shows how "tactful" it can be. And its this "tactful" nature of the "BODKIN" that compels it to perform the most superfluous & outrageous of acts!! As an atonement, the "BODKIN" endures jail time, takes a beating & in some religions is just "CUT OFF", literally (no sympathies here; not from me either). Pooh man.

It’s funny how the "MASTERS" to the "BODKIN" allow them selves to be cajoled to such paroxysm of "excitement"! Yes. Every BODKIN has his very own MASTER. Am I MASTER to one too? Ay. But I take pride in giving my self virtual airs when I say; my BODKIN has never left his "housing", hitherto (and hopefully will not, until it is time). I am no angel my self, but what is done in the name of "BODKIN"-hood is beyond atrocity multiplied infinity times & I am by far, far, far better than any one who does try to!

So here's to all those Douche bags who can't restrict their "BODKIN" to their "housings"!!!

:P pftttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt (big time)

May the faggots & maggots of hell feast upon your puny soul!!!

P.S:

Owing to the "incomprehensibility" to the gist of this post, I thought it would be better if I'd drop in a clue, just one. And here it is:

Read "BODKIN"-hood as "MAN"-hood! :>