Summer: The Lynching Mistress Poem by Paramananda Mahanta

Lynching mistress:

She is my rude mistress,
Beats me hard from the morning in sight.
Burns me melt for a drooling ecstasy,
Her sweat leeching lust drains all my glee.
Her warm lips redden my cheeks,
My throat parches for her heartless licks.

She is my rude mistress but very wise,
At night she cajoles me with gentle breeze.
Doubles her love and seduces so sweet,
Relishes my heart with berries and fruits.
She lynches me hard to bring the rain,
To save the world with a procreative gain.

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