Written by Freddy Nyezi
these are the thighs that
rub against each other.
they fight over which one
he’ll kiss and climb first.
they leave him drooling,
(nursing his insatiable hunger),
wanting to tear my clothes apart,
and yearning for mercy.
he rides the tides
of my hips and drinks
from my fountain.
he dives into my streams
and prods at my innards,
exploring,
every part of me,
swimming in depths
unknown to man.
these are the lips that
lock his attention,
two lines across my visage,
he reads them like an essay
and knows exactly where
every comma resides.
i am his bible
he is pious in his intent
and fervent in his prayer.
he is but a pilgrim and
i am his mecca
and i purge him of his sins
he is a parched wanderer,
a lost traveller and
i am his oasis and his
water in the desert.
i am the rain he’s been looking for.
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