She was destined to love till eternity each time afresh with a new lover in moonlight.
Victims of love were teased with unsatiating drops of nectar garnished with love cries.
Her lovers were not spared for another lover, for she desexed them in her dreamy smile.
She was cursed to love her lover only once as her destiny forbade the second crime.
Her masters watched her acts of passion from the heaven, with a debauched mind.
Inspite of many lovers, she never consummated love, for the fetters of the Divine.
She dreamt of a world where all her lovers enveloped her like a queen bee in a beehive.
But her lovers were not to be her servants as they were now the gods of the sublime.
For once, if she could break her fetters, she would herself become Divine.
She has woken up with a dilemma today: To kill or not to kill has gripped her mind.
The command today is to kiss a suckling while he bites her nipples to feed his appetite.
This love is different; the dilemma is over and the DEATH today has become Divine.