Nandi the Sacred Bull- Ode to Kama-Sutra

Parvati's teeth shone like magnet, the corners of her mouth curved,

and Lord Shiva's balls were moved

Her eyes arrowed his heart and pierced deep inside, a sharp lust pacing its side

So sharp Lord Shiva pulled

Nandi back so hard, for he himself was hard,

For a man’s manhood cannot be schooled

Come home with me, Parvati, and let’s make love lithely

And so they left, smiling at the sun and even Nandi mooed

Parvati’s fabric hid something full, fleshy, throbbing

And Shiva’s hand massaged her cadaver , tendering

Her lips slit open, so did her stands, and a whimper

Made her senses, save her sensual, lapse in deep slumber

Lord Shiva snaked through the slit and slid inner

Inner…Inner…then another whimper

Craving than the former, louder

She flowed downhill and outer

Watering her gates, altering her shapes

Lord Shiva hit her roof or so, and a whisper

Beseeched both mercy and more….another

Parvati’s god at the fountain of her slit, responded to its stroker

And there was another slide..inner…outer…inner…outer

Nandi the sacred bull eavesdropped, recorded, and carved Kamasutra…

….(to be continued)….

By Michael Thompson