unleashed

“for the first time, i moaned without apology”

i was told to fold my legs,
to sit like modesty, cross-wrapped in fear,
to let my voice be music, not moan,
to keep hunger confined to kitchens and prayer.

they dressed my curves in decency,
measured desire in teaspoons of shame,
taught me that lust is a male domain-
i learnt silence before i knew my name.

but i kept a theatre behind my eyes,
with red lights, velvet ropes, secret scripts.
each fantasy was a revolution rehearsed,
each gasp a line i dared not let slip.

i dreamt of power without remorse,
of being touched like scripture – slow and deep.
not worshipped, not possessed –
but ravished where my shadows sleep.

and then came you,
with palms that asked before they claimed,
with lips that listened as they kissed,
with ears for every trembling flame.

i opened-no, i erupted-
a language in moans you translated true.
when i whispered what the world forbade,
you undressed not just me, but you.

i said it aloud-what i crave,
and you did not flinch or freeze.
you smiled like thunder breaking glass-
as if desire was finally disease-free.

there in the heat, i found the holy,
in sweat i found sanctuary’s glow.
you did not tame me. you tasted my wild,
and let my fire freely flow.

so now, when i close my eyes,
it is not shame that presses in the dark-
but the echo of my own growl,
and the embers of your spark.

for the first time, i moaned without apology-
and the world didn’t end.
it just shattered a glass
that no one ever dared to mend.