I fondled her breasts, she dint respond
As if her husband was making love to her
She was cold and motionless
In that intermittent pain and pleasure,
She experienced only pain of body,
When I too had incomplete pleasure of sex!
I looked into the depths of her eyes,
As a farmer does into the dark hollows of the summer wells
I could read the intensity of pain__
That might have made her succumb
To the lidless eyes of nights,
And uncertain joyless days!
Her supple body reacted indifferently__
To my dark wishes of night without much protest.
For many, that would have been the strongest aphrodisiac
Made them desert their wives of honour
To make another night with the body without spirit,
With the corpse that is still alive!!!
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