Category Archives: Sex

Micropoetry #46

Purple is the color of creativity,
Maroon represents our sex,
Black is when we kiss, while
we’re moaning to the white anthem.

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Poem: Monologue 00.00.003

Love is more than sex
Sex a sudden pleasure
With love and sex
No casual business between
A whore and a customer
Separating sex and love
A man’s mind for one-night-stand
The animality inside us
Unfurnished romance
Surprised given in various corner
No pain, no gain,
No commitment –

Poem: Lips Astray

Disconnected
No more touching, even
For just a simple graze
Kissing vanilla ice-cream
Memories remain

Skin to skin
Hot to handle
Curtain of fingers
Lips tumbling
You in sadomasochistic suit
yelling of cracking rooftop

Guilty pleasure
Unforgiven
Rape as titillation
Damaging and dangerous
Inner juices
Your doppelganger
Splitting into half

Sweet nightmare
Humiliation no hesitation
Squeeze hard, hard, harder –
Downright, playfully corrupted
Hierarchy of domination

Poem: The Candidate (II)

She was made to lie down
A thin ragged man with crooked mouth came to her
Legs spread, cold slippery object enters her
The man sinisterly pats her head.

A carmine silk cloth covers her
Head hangs low. Don’t look upward!

Doors creak.
Footsteps getting closer.

The scent of a man –
Cloth separated.
Caressing her face.

Darkness still wraps around her
Fairly sedated –

His lips confess a linger
Hands and fingertips like hungry beast
Cheek to cheek
Breasts hardened –

Before them seated her in-law,
Presenting a white cloth of tainted patch
Red liquids represent her chastity
Caused by his deflowering act

A harem that housed gazillion concubines
Complicated relationships and
An institution to polish a woman’s scorn!

Poem: My Love

Hands underneath my shirt
I try to focus what’s inside the saucepan
Teasing skin of front pubic
Biting bottom lip refused to moan
The sound of cuff over your wrist
and mine
Grabbing my finger to coat the mixture
Licking, eyes closed like popsicle
I take our love like brand new, each day
The ramification, no rush, no integrity

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Poetry by Pooja Alok

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