The Unknown

Her beauty is like an Olive tree The roof of her hips so succulents I will go up to the Olive tree Milk the solace that emits from her breasts Sleep and dine in her chamber Come, Come, Come, Come drink of my temple she said, Come, Come harvest my grain, As a harvester, I broke her hallow ground Separating the weeds from the wheat Crawling between her leaves She tattooed her wet lips in between my grips As my balls melt in her longings My diabolic streams flush into her narrow gate The osmosis of passion and emotion There was chaos in her holy order Her branches rustled A pleasurable tears cascading from chamber As I glide in-between her streams She sighs for more, With my apt hoe, I prune her chamber Conquering her body Guess who she is talking? She reside far in the unknown Awoh Awoh