Our Secret World

By Sunil Narayan
© 2012 Diversity Rules Magazine and Sunil Narayan.  All Rights Reserved.
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Sunil is able to transport the reader to the highest heavenly plane and throw him into the abyss of the all-consuming fire. He finds what the reader cannot acknowledge and makes it bolder than the Sun. A rare talent he possesses for the purpose of helping others to look from within. Sunil manages to remain humble and a servant to mankind.

Our Secret World

He controls my breathing as if I were a machine
Oiled in the nooks and crannies to I move as fast
as he desires

Driven to destinations, unable to utter a word
A metal technology crafted by genius
hands made from scraps in Hēphaistos’ shop

Always ends with being hit in the gut with pangs
of lust
Fire snatching anything in sight yet missing my
lover’s hovering body
I cower before the Devá of Parākrama 
Who uses his power to indulge in twisted desires

Hēphaistos’ hands clutch my wrists
Depriving me of the will to fight
From within he finds the recesses of an abandoned kévaṭa
Selfishly pushing forward to reach the end

Fuck me till Ūṣa shall overtake the world!
Refreshed and ready to relieve it of its strife
Hēphaistos’ hits me where I am scared to touch
I leak the sweet fluid he laps with his studded tongue

A syrup rivaling that of puṣpâsava
To slide down his expanding throat into an awaiting kukṣí
His dick moves back and forth as he growls
I scream for liberation from this merciless taunt!

OH! He twisted the fire within my tummy!
I cannot hold it in anymore!
His dick fills my boypussy repeatedly
There’s no moment to exhale: such cruelty he inflicts on me!
Tied to the tree…a forgotten dāsá
Where civilization is thousands of miles
out of reach

Only the memory of his panting comforts me
He is an animal who needs a boy to succumb to his savagery