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by  sudeep

Posted: Friday, February 23, 2007
Word Count: 106

Like tightly-rolled newspaper
Hot off the press
It is tossed to you
Virgin words
Swollen with passion
Sweep you off your feet
You never knew
It could be as easy as winking
Suddenly one fine day
in one fell swoop
All the stuffing of
your frilly cushion pops out
The forked tongue lolls
in gay abandon
You are choked half way through your words
Swathed in a cold sweat
before you hold back
the last remnant of your tear
tiptoeing down the blade of your lashes
The trader of trust
shows you the gate
His sniggering glance undressing you -
‘Is that all you have?’