Her pleasure dances <br />with his shadows <br />she dwells <br />with her feudal lord <br />in her day dreams <br />moving with <br />his evasive derives <br />of capitalism <br />her surreal dreams grow <br />with his gun powders <br />she quenches <br />her sensations <br />in caressing his baldness <br />she never forgets <br />aroma of his perspiration <br />while he stages the <br />stories of his tiger hunt<br /><br />Rafique Farooqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-feudal-lord/
