Sex Urge (I) Poem by Ndimele Glory AncientSword

Come come oh! laddy
Come on 'thee' dear one
Have feel of this body
And quench this feelings

Touch, hold, and caress
Our geo spin around
And fantasies be fulfilled

No! mother no!
Can't drew near thy pit
Wide like a dirty canal
More-over like a son

Indeed far younger thou art
But then innocent life do mind not
Plea spear me thy objections
Draw close if a real man

Deep down body, and soul
Sure know can feel me
Boiling is my spine and bones
Un-touch on an explosion