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Poem : Love between the sexes

Written by : Dziewornu-Norvor Woelinam

I hunger for a mermaid i see in my dreams every night
Clothed in white, glistening garments
she hides behind a veil
hairy and tickling arms, breath like cinnamon
hair as long as a hanging rope
She walks with the gaiety of a gazelle,
the grace of Cleopatra
She dances to a strange voodoo tune,
twisting her curves and shaking the contours of her waist

I watch in awe as she mesmerizes me with strange
incantations and erotic music
Suddenly there is gunshot, and i jump up like a lunatic
The sun rays pierces my eyes through my window,
ahh…it was a dream
That was the beginning of a mystical bond between
me and that mermaid
She came again, and this time it was overwhelming
She taught me how to touch her in that secret place.
I asked her why she thought of me in the manner.
“I’m a woman, you’re not a man, and does that matter?”

I was beginning to think I was more than straight,
Not that I don’t like that hard masculine sensation
throbbing in me
But I’m beginning to think I like her a lot.
I want to suck on her supple little breasts.
I crave to nuzzle her secret, and take a picture of
when two girls kiss.
Our breasts rub together in pure bliss.
Why am I even thinking this? I can’t seem get her
off my mind,
but of all of them, she is my taste.

Please indulge me in a lesbian world.
I wouldn’t mind if a man joined us,
just as long as I get to taste that secret place.
for now this is just a lascivious horny fantasy, or
just a dream
For that girl could be the little death of me.
I am only exercising my right as a poet
if you feel i am advocating impurity and immorality,
take the next carriage, disappear

All of us seated here have had a lascivious thought before;
Fortunately mine was a dream; but how?
It is called conception
It could be an erotic embrace between a man and two women;
yes two women or may be the other way round
it could be a dirty thought about your slave walking
naked in the cotton fields
if you can imagine it, think it; then you are guilty;
just like that girl and me

Man was made for woman and woman was made
for man and nothing else
I am only speaking my mind so take a chill pill
A virgin is the joy of angels; a faithful husband is
the joy of all women.
The pleasures of the flesh are sweet and nourishing
but short lived
But the fruit of the spirit is everlasting
This is my message to the wise…..i rest my case.

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