MY DISEASE

I must have been about twelve or thirteen

When I began to develop a disease

I began suddenly to bloom

Undergoing anatomical changes

Of various kinds

My breasts were budding

My hips became heavy, my lips luscious

My eyes were shining

With a mysterious light

Sending out mysterious signals

My curves and contours became sharp

Attracting attentions from all kinds of people

Very queerly they looked at me

As if I had become a queer character

I experienced changes of many other kinds

Of which I don’t want to talk much

Excepting one thing

I was developing a kind of disease

Accompanied by a periodical bleeding

It was a kind of intense itching

Not only at certain places of my young body

But also in my young mind

Being alone in bed and bath

Aggravated my condition

But most when I went to bed alone

I couldn’t peacefully sleep

As soon as I closed my eyes

It began to itch, I began to dream

The dreams I never dreamt before

Once I was with a lanky fellow

Who was very eager and intent

To do me some doctoring

He began to examine

By touching me at various places,

Sniffing, kissing, sucking, kneading,

Biting, pinching, and blindly probing

Oh my God, I don’t know

Doing how many other things!

Entwining himself with all my limbs

Like mad he was labouring hard and heavily breathing

Yet more and more he increased my itching

At last he brought out a gadget

Of which he was very much proud

It was long, thick and hard

He boasted it was the best in the world

And it was a sure shot

For the kind of disease I had

With a bushy base

At the head it was glistening

With some potent medicine

He said I needed it badly

Injected somewhere between my legs

To facilitate the deepest application

He asked me to open them as wide as possible

By this time my itching was so intense

I could tolerate it no more

I readily did what I was told

The first prick was painful no doubt

But soon it began to immensely please

Soon I almost reached pleasure’s pinnacle

And I thought heaven was not very far

Then something happened which left me totally flat.

Now this crazy fellow who was doctoring me

He was barely sixteen

He was not only lanky but also callow

He was very keen but in skill he was lacking

His manner was very clumsy indeed

Like a glutton guzzling anything on offer

Gobbling up everything in one big gulp

Without waiting without relishing

When pushing his gadget inside

He only followed his own rhythm

Without minding I had also a rhythm of my own

Also without knowing I had something

A secret cave full of mysteries

In its spiralling holy abyss

It could hold him in an iron vice

When in the mood and wet and slippery

It could take in the entire globe

It was like a blacksmith’s bellows

Now expanding now shrinking

Squeezing whatever went inside

Under its merciless ministrations

My friend’s gadget suddenly gave in

When my open sesame suddenly shut

My friend’s gadget began vomiting

The medicine went totally waste

Without curing my raging itch

Like a tigress which for the first time

Had tasted human blood

I pounced on the hapless fellow

Whose gadget had gone completely limp

I began to nail him and rail him

In words not to be found even in the OED

He cringed in fear and craved for mercy

I said I am going to do no such thing

You quack of a doctor, a mere kid,

You have caused aggravation without curing

I am going to kill you this very moment

Unless you do something to satisfy my itch

To propitiate me with his teeth and tongue

In a posture of a devout devotee

He knelt before my secret cave

Its musky smell made him mad

Up and down his mouth moved

Making a lot of slurping sounds

Foaming at the mouth, completely famished

Crushed between my trembling thighs

At last he slumped down totally dead.

Now that he is gone, I must say

He was a jolly good fellow

Failing to cure he made my disease chronic

Showing me the various ways

In which my maddening malady

May be effectively controlled.

Since then I have been consulting

Only experts and specialists

Having gadgets of different sizes

Having skills of various kinds

Like selection of numerous openings

Or various positions and postures

Regarding timing I am not very choosy

I do it as often I can

Sometimes I do it several times a day.

But what a rotten lot I have

God has given me such a fucking disease

It won’t be cured till I am dead.

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