Impotence
Impotence
On a Friday night, after being dropped off
By the combies paMushika-shika, I opted
For a quick thriving by the darks, Ana sisi
Pamumvuri. A quick one to say to quench.
My absurd sexual appetite, lips left so dried
Two steps forth, leaking my white rimmed,
Mouth in appreciation of a sultry maze, In
Front as I gazed... A short skirts fit to her
Slendern torso, as of my utterance she was
Maybe the defined beauties of the night, Eh
Quick to react, she gets to talk business as of
Her routine, A five dollar note for short time
Not a bad fortune for her well decorated torso
In her dark room I found myself in, undressing
And her radio, powered on spelling the melting pot
It spelt of the misfortunes of the domains vividly
How we queue in long impetuous lines to refill
How the price hiking and shelves emptying wry
How the bond note manifest into bondage, more...
And more dilemmas spat by the voice in her radio.
The heraldings left me a quagmire, I was stunned
In a state of confusion and conflicts, I was naked
So rinsed were my thoughts of independence awry
And to her nakedness I found not any pleasure more
An erectile dysfunction to her rescue... Victims of...
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