Slit That Clit


Depose Satan, from the seat of sin
What a petty price, to pay, of piety
It ain’t, bud of bliss, but a bane, akin
To the vain, substance, of Aphrodite!

Before she unearths, orgasmic enigma
Betwixt the folds, of that slit, called shame
Just shred to shards, her savage chutzpa
Before she’s taught- ‘a woman you became’!

What’s faith got to do, with a girl’s orgasm –
“Don’t you dare redeem, your trounced instincts”
Between sexes, who sowed, this chasm
Does a dogma decree, desire’s precincts!

A half-done woman, ever-aches for her bud
Nipped by the creed, of a man’s, vicious wit
If faith be that fear, that lusts for blood
You’ve a pretext legit, to Slit That Clit!

© 2017 Vikas Chandra

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