A Song To My True Lover Poem by Nana Kwame Nketsiah

Oh my gentle lover, come
Like two actors let us wrestle
In an animated conflict
Owing to the contact of our two lower part
From were our lower bellies hang
Our enjoyment shall soon come to pass
For I would be at work like a pestle
While you seconds by lascivious movement
Into great ecstasy we shall rest.
The kiss of the mouth, on the neck
And the sweat suckling of our lips
Are a divine gift from God
Destine to provoke erection
For God has also endowed your chest with breast
And has furnished you with double cheeks
Owing to the brilliant eyes that inspires love
And eyelashes well polished like blade
For God has decorated you with a fine belly
A beautiful naval with majestic crupper
And all this wonders are borne up by the thighs
For it is this place God has place the arena of battle