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BORN AGAIN FREAK

Was a virgin
long time
waited until he
pulled back that veil
He kissed me for the first time.
Never wanted to be
Handled nor touched
Became weak, for the musk of him.
Through him, I learned to trust
again.

I could tell by his smell
His chemistry intrigued me.
loved to cuddle
Under him for the foreplay.
Never wanted to go all the way.
I awakened to his flavor
I could savor in his touch
He brought out that
Streak in me, that freak in me
My natural ability;
That only he could induce.

He squeezed the juice
From my fruit.
No one else could do it.
In another place in time
Our signals were aligned
He then becomes aloof to our truth.

Time passed I could inhale
No one else, they were never
Fresh, always stale.
I stayed in celibacy
Wrestled with that
Spirit in me.
Nearly twenty years without
Sharing sheets.

Re-virgin, for certain
Repulsed by mankind
Turned my head away
When people spoke to me;
Repulsed by air stirred by any 
Other human beings.

He found me unchanged
Waiting to inhale,
His fragrant smell.
Settled in, he began
To make me laugh again.

He sighted the truth in my eyes
I could not hide what was inside.
There was a rumbling within;
My eager freak met
Him tit for tat.

He touched places
And I touched him back.
He erotically awakened,
All that was at stake.

Holding back nothing.
I am his escalated freak
Born again from
The abstinence, I withheld.

Born again from his
Intoxicating smell.
There was a streak in me.
And only he—could bring
Out that freak in me.
He is my spirituality
I love him religiously.
.... and I be born again.
And all is well.!

Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2018

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  1. Date: 10/11/2018 11:58:00 AM

    ty for all your encouragement
  1. Date: 10/5/2018 4:47:00 AM

    Beautifully penned; so many mistake religion for spirituality; when they tell you about God, they always quote the bible or some clergy person. I love it when people talk about their beliefs in their words, from their soul, rather than to quote. One as a tendency to listen then; where quotes and preaching the same old; turns one off. Well done.

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