Read the first part Here.
Finally, she gets them out, time over
you know and her lusty voice fills the
sarcasm of my ears with its buxom,
playful mood, ready to shake the town,
make me unmanageable. You wanna
come over?The light drizzled in her mist,
breeze tasted of her wine, the sky
tangled in her locks, my heart cried.
A terrific impulse struck me in bed,
like I run with sound, even faster,
chose the shirt last time she liked
and savoured the glee in my eyes,
wild and rash and careless, race
my Porsche, my only love till I surrendered
in her arms one day. In and out of
day dreaming,stepped into her house.
Purple dim background, and a white
goddess, sitting among fireflies, I was
under the moon, all that I wanted;
crossed the forbidden ways to steal
her and find a kingdom, to live in her
love. Must be running booze, my father
said dryly, when I recalled my love and
the prohibited woman last hours.
You are a respectful man but I am a
simple dog, he had this ounce of disgust
but I preferred my twisted life, in
her lap than ruthless money mincing,
harassing time with a false note and
being lowly yet reverent. My life as a
dog is far respectful than this respected
man and I appreciate the sarcasm.