Does She
To curse
the
breasts
whose
nipples i
kiss...
No!
The
breasts
which i
lay my
big head
during
night
chats,
which i
fondle
affectionately
with my
cracked
hands,
I will
not
curse
the
breast
which i
suckled
for life.
But this
thing
now....
Invited
my
attention:
i saw a
naked
woman
in the
dark,
under
the evil
eye of
hooting
owls
splintered
my
pentaloons
and loin
cloth
before
tempting
myself
into the
wicked.
This
songand
all the
songs
we sang
together,
kissing
her lips
vigorously
as she
like a
snake
hisses
before
pissing...
Now i
cant...not
anymore
Afraid
my
mouth
might
be
mistaken
for a
lavatory,
Does she
have to
pee in
my sleep
Copyright © Edward Dzonze | Year Posted 2013
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