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Post Coital Death

Poetry By: joy Milton

Do you know the importance of 'after play'

Submitted:Sep 19, 2007    Reads: 958    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

O! My dear fault, hubby

One-sided sex hurts me

You forget this every time

I am not a one-night call girl

You strokes are like daggers

Once your attack is over

You fall like beheaded soldier

Often on my sides or over me

You grasp your breaths fast

As a man struggling for life

Then you lie like a log

Leaving me mourn all those nights

You wife mourns when others moan

On your sudden post coital death

Leaving me all alone on bed

I place my head on your chest

Your hands never move over them

Whether its marriage anniversary

Or its your or mine birth days

You release your burden in me

In the starting days I kept lying

Finding your 'burden' sticky semen

Dried on inner sides of my thighs

I always took bath to wipe that

When you kept snoring on bed

Now things have changed a bit

After your deaths I rush to toilet

Love hole dribbles your semen

Like a baby having a coryza

You never hold or call me back

I sit over the commode naked

Weeping slowly within me

Wiping loudly my wounded parts

Time passes sitting there unnoticed

Recalling my dreams for a husband

My husband, friend, father and son

You boast of knowing about world

But not about these cruelties of your

I betray you when I come for toilets

How? "Now I masturbate there."


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