And then I was raped바카라
Trust is where it all started,
Giving way to his rains of emotions.
Drinking a glass of entertainment;
He promised me 바카라love바카라.
Barely being the medicine to overcome all my pains,
He intrigued.
Just as the distance between glowing coals.
Closest when he came, I sensed the uncertainty was about to happen.
He smelled me, the animal in him was very new.
I reacted to his abnormality.
He shut my lips kissing me hard.
That바카라s not how the first kiss should be.
With his hands behind my head and corpulent body pushed against me.
Dry lips, chapped skin, bruised kiss, dry love
He was so sure, so confident and so distinct.
That his loathing eyes discovered me in full.
His tampering hands pounced my bust harder than ever,
His claws were like birds of prey
As if I was the last piece of his bread, and he didn바카라t want to delay.
The perpetrator parted my legs and came in
Cold blood ran through my spine
Mourning with élan,
I was unable to protest against 바카라the animal바카라 in him.
While he was busy taking the flavour of my cream
It was my first time and he dug me deep
Wondering how rigorous lethal uncouth one could be
Forgetting his ambit.
I wished I could give a loud scream
But my hands were tied,
Honestly, I couldn바카라t move my legs.
Only I was able to feel the blood clots
And him kissing me tip to toe, licking me everywhere,
Without missing the opportunity he wrapped me like a silk cover,
Played me like a toy;
Ignoring the convoluted look on my face, he went on exploring me
Enjoying every push in between my legs
The need of his body seemed to reach the aisle.
I squirmed against the hegemonic animal
He knew not what 바카라love바카라 was all about,
By then he was all a pernicious lynch.
Mastering the flame of hope I wished to tame the world, 바카라the beauty of love바카라;
So that they would not have despoiled to gain
But sure enough, I never wanted to be loved like this.
Neither the pleasure could defeat the pain.
All I was left with was a sore breast, an eaten clitoris.
And myself in the bed lain.
That night, I looked up to the sky
With sad eyes,
The sky seemed so tragically beautiful.
Quilted memories, half-swallowed truth, prolonged journey, sullen songs
Some bitter, corroded, tasteless stories
Plunged into my head.
I talked to myself, 바카라I must learn to live without tears.
I must not complain.
I must find my own strength to bear this alone.
We are cultured and civilised.바카라
I smiled at the moon and murmured, 바카라Life is beautiful바카라.
(Nibedita Sen is an expat, a foreign correspondent and defence journalist from India. Currently, she바카라s based in Israel and researching on various interesting topics related to communication and travel.)