Ravan’s bed of hot pursuit
Thought of his was so pumping
Failed they manage to have wink.
Like a wreath that logged to boat
Lasses some hugged their veenas.
Slept a dame with drum by side
As would she have her newborn.
One with throbbing boobs so big
Hugged a drum like lover in want.
Pressed one flute in her valley
As would amorous woman manhood.
Hugged as eager a woman violin
Pressed by heaving breasts of hers
Scored it erotic notes on own.
Looked one temptress every inch
Hugged she trumpet like a wrench.
One who drank all to the dregs
Tabor she locked in armpit.
Demure was the one that hugged
Drum so small her breasts could hold.
Those that could hold no longer
Made they dildos of their flutes.
Tipsy turned a woman in sleep
Jug of lavender thus upturned.
One of those whom Ravan had
Drained as she to dress herself
Laid her hands on her nipples.
Amorous woman in all her want
Locked one lissome lass like brace.
Came to Ravan’s women handy
Instruments varied that there lay.
Saw he then the gem of all
Slept who on a separate cot.
Charm hers was such made the rest
Woman of golden hue there lay
None other than king Ravan’s queen.
Heard as he all gods coveted
Mandodari the marvellous one
Yet felt Hanuman that peerless
Woman might as well be Seetha.
In his joy he found Seetha
Got he into simian ways.