#extracting

So protected in her fortress that she secretly wished to be abducted. Her idea of being loved was never a soft one but something that had an element of violence to it - her clothes ripped, her skin left with marks and bruises. Evident signs of being totally devoured, her innocence taken away, her flesh consumed, left in utter ruins and completely undone. A treasured experience she could delight in, when left all alone by herself. She isn't the one that gets turned on by soothing songs of spring, she craved for storms - merciless ones that literally could wreck her otherwise monotonous life...

Provoke my poetry or my perversion, the subject and the goal will be you...

Revisiting disastrous 2006 ban on extracting Bangladesh's coal