Licensed Rape <br />How would you feel? <br />When a male machine drills your flesh <br />And squeezes the last drops of pleasure <br />Hidden in the bottom most privacies of your body <br />Jetting forth the jelly seeds of masculinity <br />Into the parched chunks of your female soil? <br /> <br />How would you feel? <br />When honey combs of your collected love <br />Gathered drop by drop like the life blood <br />Are raided by a wild bee with brute force? <br />When wines hatched lives together in the cups of heart <br />Are squeezed dry and sucked by the serpentine tongue? <br /> <br />How would you feel? <br />When merciless fate chains you hand and leg <br />And throws you to feed his raging hunger, <br />To quench it all in one life-size measure, <br />When locks of restrictions fall for false keys <br />And open up treasures for repeated burglaries? <br /> <br /> <br />How would you feel? <br />When authority imposes himself without time or place <br />When irritating fingers grope for pleasure corners, <br />When the fleshy crowbar rigs into the springs of love <br />When surrender droops her helpless head <br />Shouting silently under an immovable weight <br /> <br />How would you feel? <br />When found yourself looted of your femininity, <br />The woman old priceless gift preserved for another <br />Having nothing to offer but dead bones and dry flesh <br />Packed in a plastic frame decked in artificial perfumes <br />To the loved soul born to seek fulfillment in you alone? <br /> <br /> <br />When false talk fails to match your face of insult <br />When body and mind are judicially divorced <br />When stubborn life persistently holds on to frail frame <br />When the stinking soul finds short of tears to cry <br />How would you feel?<br /><br />sree Jothi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/licensed-rape/
