Treasure Island

Edward Kofi Louis

(13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

Nipples, Apples!


Moodiness,
Love!
A positive approach.
Nipples, apples!
Enhanced by your sweet love;
In and out,
To the specific spots.
Up, upraised!
In and out;
To the specific points.
Mould, mood!
Turn it on.

Of the chest,
Could, would!
Diagram, gram, ram, rag, mad, air, dam, am, Magi;
Led-in!
Led-on,
In a vertical way.
Speak, peak!
Led-out,
In a horizontal way;
Mould, could!
Ina parallel way.
Shown, own!
Bard, ward, forward, afterward, steward, hard, backward;
Breath, breathe!
To the top of the head.

Trapeziod,
From right to left;
over the neck,
Clear, ear!
Over the thinning area.
Health, wealth!
Helpful;
But, carefully massage it with the muse of your sweet love.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, April 16, 2013

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