Treasure Island

Gengis Capote

(October,27,1968 / Havana, Cuba)

Clitoris For Breakfast


Hello Moselle
may I be of service at dawn
as roosters atop your fences
ka ka do loo
loo you good.

Let me eat thine favor fruit
scrumptious saccharine filled passion fruit
I could make a sea of you
landing hard as Plymouth rock
gazer gushing out to life.

And as volcano pondering sinful thoughts
start again from the top
head to belly
nostrils filled with last breath
As heads engulfed with new seed
now my turn battling up river.

Clitoris for breakfast here we go.

..... Moselle is a river in France thats all.....lol....

Submitted: Monday, April 11, 2011

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