Mifa words

Rookie - 10 Points (30 july / nigeria)

The Spinster - Poem by Mifa words

With each passing day, she awaits him;
As her batting eyelashes, keenly searches for a sign.
Her feminity, longs for a sensual touch,
Her loins grow weary;
She needs a man. Oh! How she craves for him.

She feels herself;
It throws her into a befitting ecstasy.
But sudden as it excites; sudden it dies.
She needs a man; if for naught,
But for the vaginal tears her vulva craves.
That weeping that has eluded her for eons;
The joyful bliss of intercourse;
The soothing feel of pleasurable warmth;

Naked she stares into the mirror,
And her reflection dampens her.
Her once erect nipple seems sickened,
And the wrinkles in her eyes…
Oh, how badly she needs a man.
A little tear drops from her eyes,
And she quickly dries it to oblivion.
Once more she stares at her reflection,
And then this time she smiles.

All was not lost after all,
It is another new day.
Maybe the signs will come on this day;
And she will find the man she awaits.
…maybe, she hopes.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 8, 2014


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