Treasure Island

Bazi alis Subrata Ray

(January / Formerly East Pahistan)

The Omnivorous Bed.


The eyes twinkle,
The minds bro show,
The snakes in the bodies,
Hiss and go.

The ghost and witches oils,
Need stirring for miracle,

The furnace burns,
The piston in cylinder runs,
No station signal the journey cares,
The hopper, anvil, the hammer,
Forgo time for ecstasy's flair.

Disease haunter promiscuity's chemistry,
Resume and resume in the unsolved mystery.

The abstract roots are led to mutual shade,
All attempts of exploration fuse in omnivorous bed.

Submitted: Saturday, May 18, 2013
Edited: Saturday, May 18, 2013

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  • Ray Subrata Ray (5/18/2013 7:35:00 AM)

    The causes behind the mutual chemistry have ever remained unsolved. The blind fury of sexual impulses drag man and woman to the omnivorous bed, and in spite of having had repeatedly wild consumptions, the minds suffer a sad satiety. (Report) Reply

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