let’s do it

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love’s bulge seems to be pretty abundant-
lewd words weave a fulcrum of all dreams, wet to touch,
sweet-bitter tones serenade the ears, a silent breath
grazing the neck with a scimitar of nefarious thoughts,

don’t speak, just do the unspeakable, the unmentionable
with a velocity of a soaring plane, upending us into submission,
this is the art work people gawk at and fail to encompass
into any coherent knowledge, its deprivation, its salvation,

spilled paint is the canvas for this action filled space, love is
swallowing its saliva and thick puddles of misery foam at those
silent, nurturing lips. your mouth is my mouth is your mouth.

let’s do it. let’s unmake love.

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A Mad Tale of a Crying Bunny

“I’m late! I’m late! For a very important date!”

“Not again, my dear bunny, you are now grown up. You must become responsible now,” his mother chided him.

“Sorry mom, I can’t have breakfast. I need to go” He hurried away from the earthy house.

“Son…” her mother called but he was not to be stopped and thereby, he leaped over the rain puddles, and crouched below the fences, and went away to where he was meant to be.

And he reached the destination, where was waiting the most sensual cow he had ever seen. He shivered from within fantasizing and sniffed over his arms, so as to check if his perfume was working.  Stylish, as he was, he went towards her and said in a sexy voice, “Sorry Madame, I am late.”

“Moo.”

“Sorry!?” he asked puzzled.

“Moo.”

“What, you do not like me. You haven’t even talked to me. And you liked me on that dating website.” And he broke into tears.

“Moo,” the cow echoed her opinion and left him wetting his whiskers and looking at her with a glum expression.

* For Wednesday Short Story Prompt.