What All She Hides !!!

vikas chandra

Ah! Kitty of the cathouse. No! She ain’t that shy
She frolics with menfolk, and breeds bonsai
On parade, her gluttony, not forbidden tattoos
Those half-cherished, half-ostracized taboos

Baptized by the papal curse, with ferula upside down
Married to dark comedy, Satan’s gracious face in town
She pounced on me, smirked “Care for a tête-à-tête?
I measure you, you fathom me, come closer; don’t fret!”

She led me to her holy attic, above that banished tomb
Which echoed the last rendezvous, in a sin-infested womb
Splintered goblets of passion, a yet unbroken song
Unrequitedly that plays along, to who shall it belong!?

Kitty shoved me on the couch, a kindled soul in awes
That dead man, now so wide awake, as she set to bare her claws
“Hey Kitty! Is your bareness, so white, or is it vitiligo?”
“What you see, is what you get, not what you want though!”

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