(I)

This is how I have been commandeered

I have been made to choose between the elegance that is your structure, the perfect shape that is your spine

And the bible which I carry every Sunday

Containing the verses to which the preacher uses to say the same words again and again

Flee yourselves from ignorance and the sin of the flesh

Hence it shall become that which destroys you

He fails to understand how I cannot seem to get enough

Of your talking drums that is your breasts

How it seems to be my place of solitude

For where thy breasts lay

There my head will be also

(II)

If you are good at imaginations

This might tickle your fancy

Picture this!

My face placed with my will

In between the thighs of Amara

In there she flows like a fountain

Flowing forever with pleasures and forbidden knowledge

Enough to satisfy my urges and youth

Yet a man is never satisfied

In there I can feel it

The heat, such human combustion, the great spark, an unimaginable wildfire

Picture this and relax

The redefinition of virtual reality

See how her body moves to the rhythm of my thirst

How I drink slow, my thoughts becoming molasses in January

Then go fast, with the thirst of a lion thrust deep and hard by famine

You can see I remembering father and his words about women

Be careful about these creatures

They will lead you to the sea

They will teach you to swim

Only to watch you dr…………

Amara’s songs of thrill drown this memory

(III)

She said

You treat me like a newborn

Your approach is delicate, subtle and divine

Your fingers run like electricity on my nipples

Your lips awaken my breasts which in turn put new songs in my mouth

You do not fear the evil that lies between my thighs

It is endless like rain in a paper cup

Yet you want more and more

Treat no other woman like this

Treat no other woman…………sighs

And her speech turns to a hymnal of pleasure.

©NANYA KOOPER

#WTA Challenge on Lust

 


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