Sex for sale

Sex for sale

Who am I to judge the famous courtesans
Concubines, red light district night butterflies
Selling the only thing that nature gave them freely
Exchanging carnal knowledge for the daily bread
The flesh was always on demand for concupiscent men
Seeking the pleasure behind the closed doors

I am not an expert to go into casuistic dogmas
Exploring the morality aspect, the sin or not
The sin for me to see the child begging on the street
The pregnant woman , abandoned by man trying to survive
Widow , single mother not having other way to earn
Using the asset belonging solely to her

If pushed to the wall I'd do it without hesitation
Not caring what the friends say in return
My shoes are tight for them to wear it
Me only know how hard to walk without burning feet
Banana dance a la Josephine to please no problem
If she could perform in front of public , blocking the shame
I applaud her , Helen of Troy for putting body on the showcase
For the sake of husband, it did not demeaned her
Instead raising on the higher pedestal

No judging, no inspecting the behavior
Weighting the aspects of guilt society imprinted
The sex for sale came to modern times from times of Jesus
Who trying to eradicate are guilty themselves, screaming loudly
Often doing otherwise when darkness fall

by Margaret Gudkov

Water dedicated to all widows of India many still live

Water
dedicated to all widows of India many still live
in complete misery according to Holy books written 2000 years ago

Reflection of the water in her eyes
Of pain, of hopeless love ,of wasted life
The sacred Ganges absorbing everything at once
Washing away the thoughts, taking the last breath

What was her fault to be degraded for such survival
The widow have no rights , no privileges , she is shadow
Confined to the misery of house for such women
The Holly texts proclaiming grief for them till end of days

She tried to find the joy, remembering not her wedding
The child bride decked like a doll , stuffing the face with sweets
Toy in the hands of man who could be her grandfather
Dying promptly, leaving the misery and tears

The lotus flower amidst the filth surrounding
Somehow unblemished by contaminated waters
Blooming , dazzling with the colors while human refuse passing
She tried to escape but failed entering the sacred Ganges

by Margaret Gudkov

I am your woman

I am your woman

I aspire to be the rain drops on the leaves
Lovingly soaking the pores thirsty after long dry spell
Going inside the stems to nourish vital parts
Helping to grow , flourish into wonderful formation
As I would do the same for you , sustaining
Fostering infatuation gentle drifting

I'll give you love,pouring the buckets of it
Gathered inside myself , just give me chance
Convert into the flower in your hand
Undressed by the touch, the gaze boldness
Unashamed to give the nakedness to satisfy the pleasure's bondage, for you to unlace the last remaining obstacles
On the corset squeezing mind before
I'll be the cloud you can rest if the rain drops
Prove too much to handle or singing bird
Delighting ears with music gossamer confections
I am your woman

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Mariska Karto

I wish,i wish

I wish,i wish

As days sneak on unsuspected mind
Galloping faster then one wanted
You start to recognize important things
Sorting the superficiality to rubbish

In the end what left is the small portion
The older you get the less you need to get by
The meaning of what thought before essential
Appearing meaningless in light of the experience
The silly stuff you cared now making chuckle

I wish, i wish, the wishful thinking paying visit
Stop the regrets , the useless waste of time
What was will not comeback , you have to get by
The people left, the people traveled far away
The youngster running through strawberry fields
Counting the waves with the pendulum precision licking shore
Gone , everything is yellow , crumbling pages
You see the relevance , love, kindness, the companionship
The laughter, ability to walk and do things for yourself
The rest is irrelevant , collecting dust in corner

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Elena Ezerskaya

Seduction games

Seduction games

I do not claim to be an expert in seduction

The games used to played in the harem steamy rooms

Much too complicated, draped in exotic stigma

Smelling of opium and lewd , horny men

Yet I know enough to please you

Enveloping in aura of the salacious dreams

Exploring the positions yogi would applaud

While the Cheshire cat's grin impressed on your face

The sly, mysterious with the tint of magic mushroom

Telling me I'm doing something right, seducing you my way

The temptress spirit bring the animal in you

Moaning , begging not to stop the prey wild chase

Just in this case the prey is me , longing to be caught

Saddled upon , squeezed in emotions wave

Later , the beast in you would calm , sated

Laying beside me in exhaustion thereon ..spent candle

by Margaret Gudkov

art by Corinne Lewis

Woh Khamosh Hi Raha Aur Hum Muntazir E Guftagoo

Woh Khamosh Hi Raha Aur Hum Muntazir E Guftagoo
Ke Kabhi Woh Bhi Kahe Ke Tumhare Bin Aaj Ka Din Bohat Udaas Guzra !!!!!

Youn Kehne Ko To Hum Barey Khush Mizaaj Hein Mohsin

Youn Kehne Ko To Hum Barey Khush Mizaaj Hein Mohsin
Rula Deti Hai Kisi Ke Pyar Ki Hasrat Kabhi Kabhi !!!!!