The rousing jingles of practised imagination
articulating her casseroled lipstick coated voice;
Seducting me at midnight with ruthless sweetness,
From prepaid to post paid was her solitary concern.
"Sir", she added with an exclamatory respectfulness
before preceding with the foreplay of my senses;
From head to heal, she covered in a minute or two
As i was led to all the holes and loop holes.
"Yes", was all my tongue could babble
in a tone of superimposed frankness;
As the equipoise of all my midnight senses
broke down to her seismic armada of promises.
dude it wud be very helpful if u wud hav mercy nd explain things for lesser mortals like me:)...jokes aprat soem phrases nd lines appealed like "practices imagination" and "superimposed frankness" but stil i dint get wat the poem is really about...
ReplyDeletehi some1 might have some ways of interpreting those, why destroy some1's thesis:p......
ReplyDeleteGet a hold of the language. If there is a play of words, it requires a lot more work from your part.
ReplyDeletesure sir..
ReplyDeletebut do tell me the areas i hav to work on..