THOKOZILE JAMES
It glistened as polished as I left it As his erect penis As it lay perpendicular Affixed to his muscular frame
He made a song about me Sang to me like therapy Enthralled by his golden violin He pledged his devotion In pieces of poetry
It only took a pen To rewrite the course I spoke in ink In sentences made of tousled hair
Lover my dear May I devour you Without foreplay or warning With the gladsome and enjoyment Of a thousand orgasms
Like unleavened bread He masturbated to the call of her cum on his fingers Folded and molded it Into sculpted concrete
There came the fiery lough In a cavern not too far away I retreated to the firth of your benign anchorage
He mouthed with consoled tongue A benevolent whisper On the eve of my enrapture To solicit my abundant garden Of untouched flowers
It burned like gunfire In a barrage of fragmented steel In a bombardment of misdeeds
Oh sweet sugar May I dance with you in silence Without rhythm and sound But with the lashing of skin and bone
