I have many ghosts inside my body
They propel me everytime
When i breathe, To breathe faster
When i moan, To make it more louder
They insert some enzymes
To convert me into a wild fantasy
And distort his pants down
Or just rupture the first ball of it
These ghosts:
They enthuse me with lots of booster
They instigate my sleepless nights
They want me to chew his lips
His nape, His chest, His long ashy bittergourd.
They never desire to make me sit down
And shuffle my mouth
Instead they restropect my inner soul
To pull him out of the bed
To stick him into the walls
To suck up his all the moisture
To make his body more lustrous.
His mortal body is a mortgage for me
So that one day I’ll release him
From the magic of these ghosts
Which are inside me
Still………..
