I am...

I am..
I am the soul making love to you.
The eroticism in you but not scared.
The reflection on a whore’s (yours) tear.
The grin of your rapist.
The black mole on your left thigh.
The smile on your face after you had the most satisfied orgasm.
The saturated wrinkles on your face after you got gang molested.
The image that you hold on your virginity loss.
The trail of blood running down your thighs.
The curse you give yourself every month.
The hope that yet keeps your smile put up.
The early morning guilt on your naked reflection.
The haunting thoughts on the pot.
The shower drops slowly finding their way out of your dazzling body.
The maskara’s black that masks your ugliness.
The lipstick’s red that forges your beauty.
The fakeness of the padded braziers lifting your busts.
The little eyelash that you think is a wish and blow away. (why?)
The wrinkle on your jeans for which you don’t clad me.
The sheen on your ex’s ring (gift) for which you don’t wear me.
The culprit of every reason you found to walk away!
But i am the soul making love to you.
Filling your dreams with pleasure and hopes.

References: Draupadi’s character (The Mahabharata), The characters of Adam and Eve (The Bible), The Quran, 11 minutes (Paulo Coherlo), Brida (Paulo Coherlo), Tell me your dreams (Sidney Sheldon), High hopes (Pink floyd), Echoes (Pink floyd), Iris (Goo goo dolls), PS I love you(the movie), A saucerful of secrets (Pink floyd)
Vague references: I wanna be your underwear (Bryan Adams)