Sex with my Diary

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

Sex with my Diary

You may be awful seeing me overdriving, And doleful beholding me jaunting miles, Over your torso, me with a ball to act. Vex not, Oh diary! Only a mighty pen it is, Straining to make love by my master plan; To bump out how a raft you can balk on me, And to weigh our love that my mind directs.

Your dullness slows down my dippy nerves And may deviate my mind at this junction That makes us worthless, nothing to reckon. Cheer up, let emotions flow like the warmth Between you and me, never to regret later. I am not close to what you are sensing, It may be wrong the way you are right away.

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

Be positive, let me in and let us savor; The perfume of love we never had before. Let me have sex with you sincerely, let me do, Pouring out the bouncy feeling that rises, And then that you and I become immortal, In love, that everyone living can claim back Upon seeing our effort that never was.

Even though I take leave from this exile, In you I will be surviving until you’re dust, And you as my manifesto to keep me alive.