AN ODE TO LAILA--FROM HER GRATEFUL FANS...
An ode to you, Laila (no Majnu)
Comes pouring out of me today
because though the forum wants to
Cut you up in two
You've made dark clouds go away.
You need to see, dear nachni-wali
How you've helped a new love bloom!!
And please know its true, that its because of you
Rudra and Paro share more than a room.
Laila my child, you may be wild
But Thank you! Oh! so much!
Because of you, we all got to
Rudra's first naked kamariya touch.
Had you not tossed that mirch masala
To ruin Paro's eyesight,
Things could not have been so jinga-lala
And bad would have been Rudra's plight.
Our Banna would have waited, for he had been fated
To delay till next year's suhaag night.
And a horny army man, with no attack plan
Is never a pleasant sight.
That bed, you recall? It wasn't very small
Its nice and soft and wide.
Its where we will see--- Rudra's Beendni
Its where she'll now reside.
Her days on the floor are days of yore
And never will we see that mat.
Up on those sheets is where we'll meet
A girl who'd sleep with a rat.
Because of you, those romantic two
Sleep lovingly now, side by side
When I first saw you I wondered, (it is true)
If Paro just had no pride.
"No decorum!!!" Said the whole forum
When you commandeered their bed--
What hell were you bringing to their life?
The thought filled us with dread.
But then you stayed awake-- Until daybreak!
While Rudra cuddled his wife.
Their sexual tension, I must mention
Could have been cut with a knife.
You saw all this (hard to give it a miss)
And off to help you scurried
"Paro, watch out!!" you said, as in your head
You thought she'd be real worried--
"If he touches you, do you know what he'll do?
What he'll do to your soft, sexy body?
He likes women on his bed, their inhibitions shed
Wearing lace, sequins, looking gaudy."
"Paro mat jaa tu" you pretended to
Be concerned for her innocence.
Not knowing that a wife (more than her life)
wants a man with experience!
"Paro, you should flee!!" you teasingly
Advised to Rudra's girl.
"You can trust me, I've tried your pati
And I've given his moustache a twirl
He is aggressive and hard, like a Rajasthani Mard
He touches you and you burn.
He tires not, and his abs are hot
And he never seems to wait his turn.
You will be (embarassingly)
crying and screaming out his name
And when its done, yes, it'll be fun
but his love bites will leave you with shame."
And you told Parvati, that her Pati
was an eight year practiced sex fiend.
You didn't seem to see that she instantly
Wanted to check out what he'd gleaned!!
Her eyes were bright, and it was quite a sight
To see her tie on her choli,
she clearly chose her sexiest blouse
and panties ko mara goli...
When he came home he,
Saw the travesty
of "clothing" she was barely wearing
And he carried her off, (he seemed in a huff)
And there was much bad swearing.
"So much practice!" Paro said
As Rudra carried her to bed
"Are you sure you are quite ready?"
"For the real sex game?"
He growled the same,
And told her he'd be rock steady.
And since you'd told--how to make her bold
Parvati has not been the same---
Now her screams and her moans
almost drown out his groans
And you really have yourself to blame.
So their clothes are on the floor,
and a sign's on their door
But Forum-wasis know better, we don't need a letter
To now know what we should be discussing.
So Laila, Mi Amor,
I thank you for
All those days you've been hating...
Because of your games, its now baby names
That India-Forums is debating.
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CID
