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Urge and urge and urge, Always the procreant urge of the world.
Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and increase, always sex, Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life.
aaj pehli baar mai mere bete ke bistar pe leti hui thi... gora, mota, lamba sa lund tha aur sharir se bhi mast tha mera beta, muje apne pati yaad aagye wo bhi nange kafi handsome lagte the per mera beta usne bhi age tha. age kya hoga soch kar di dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha... deewano ki tarah chum raha tha, wo mere badan ka pura maza le raha thaa uske hath kabhi khande per hote to kabhi mere boobs per aur kabhi kamar per, wo mere jism ke har hisse ko chuu raha tha... muje yakin nahi ho raha ki mai apne bete ka lund chuss rahi hu. ab uska lund puri tyaar tha apni maa ko chodne ke liye...achanak jackie ruk gaya aur mere samne baith gaya . fir usne kaha "mom zara palat kar chati ke bal so jao .... pehle jackie ne mere pair ko thoda failaya aur piche se kuch der tak mere chut aur gand ko dekta raha aur ungli se meri chut ko sehlata raha..... fir usne wo kiya jisse mere hosh hi udd gaye, wo meri gand ke hole ko chatne laga ek kutte ki tarah ..to kabhi mere pati ne bhi nahi kiya tha... uski zaban jab mere gand ke hole ko chu rahi thi,, mere chut se pani tapak ne laga .... aur is baar to jackie bhi mere sath hi jhad gaya ....The smoke of my own breath, Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine, My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs, The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and dark-color'd sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn, The sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of the wind, A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms, The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag, The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides, The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun. 3 I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.2 Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes, I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it, The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it. Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless, It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it, I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked, I am mad for it to be in contact with me. Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions of suns left,) You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.
Jacki ko itni chad gayi ki usne thik se khana bhi nahi khaya. Fir maine use apne khande ka sahara deke car me bithaya aur ghar le ayi. Maine socha use good night keh kar ek baar gale laga lu fir jake mai bhi so jaugi. Usne muje apni baho me jakad rakha wo chume ja raha tha. Maine kaha “jackie beta kya kar rahe ho mai tumhari maa hu”.