SHE’S BIG AND STRONG AND BEAUTIFUL –
AN AFRICAN WOMAN BOUND WITH SOPHISTICATION,
AS ELEGANT AS THE QUEEN OF ENGLAND.
I WANT TO TOUCH HER FACE AND SLIDE MY HANDS DOWN,
CIRCLE HER CHEST ROUND AND GLIDE TO THE BOTTOM OF HER BACKSIDE,
GRAPPLE HER LOWERMOST AND CLENCH HER NEARER TO ME,
KISS HER ON THE LIPS AND DIG A LITTLE DEEPER,
KISS THE TONGUE AND DEEPER TO REACH DOWN FOR HER HEART.
MY BEST CRUSH EVER SHE IS A
MOTHER OF THREE WITH A BRIDAL FINGERED HALO;
FOR I AM LACKING THE SIMILAR THING AS DOES HER MAN OF COVENANT,
TO SHOVE MY TOOL IN HER TOOLS’ BOX AND HEAR THE CLINGING SOUNDS,
AND SHOVE IT EVEN STRONGER AND HEAR THE THE PITCH AMPLIFY.
I LONG FOR THE CLIMB ALL THE WAY TO THE PROMISED LAND,
THE LAND POSSESSED BY MOSES...
BUT, I DON’T KNOW WHY I AM SO CORRUPT.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i should dim thee an angel of mine.