Member Poem

Hail thy empathy
For the lady of the evening.
She agonized and writhed,
Yowled for the excruciating sting.
She sobbed,yet forebeared.
The affliction and intense dig on her,
Her dignity shattered
Her soul was inflamed with infamy.

Those are the emissary of Zeus,
Who fakes virtue and innocence.
With the ensuing dawn
They masks their bestiality,
But their true colours flashes out
With the blackest sunset.
They descents lofty tenets
And nails them by their own jaws,
They cloaks the sins in daylight
And undresses them at night.
They clenches the tainted breasts,
Sleeps with a whore for coitus,
They never chokes contravening their own words,
Their devilous face hides under the veil.

Create thy emotion,
For the women in the dark,
She is banned from the world,
Being honoured calling a taboo
For quenching the thirst of the libidos.
With her vague frailty
She succumbed to her own fate.
Now every beast stares at her cleavage,
Every gentle cad kisses her chapped entity,
She nevermore protests
She had turned into a dame harlot.
Every inch of her zest is trempled
Now she lies at the cost of her sublimity!!!