Poetry.

Call it cheating if you may,

But once you’ve been kissed you may never stray.

I promise to keep you paralyzed,

Your cries will hang low,

And moans will gallop among high.

Toes twisted, arms lifted,

Bodies swinging in West African rhymes.

Yes its jazz, rhythm and blues,

Its animated enthusiasm,

Cloned to my perfection

Beckoning my pleasure,

And yours too.

Wont you join me in this spectacle?

I invite you too,

The art of negotiation

And everything you may need,

Fulfilling your frustration with a gratifying stroke of a pen,

Shaking your bodily secrets.

Unedited ventures at risk of publication,

Bold lingo, of limbo.

She’s an expert of endorsement,

A capsule of admiration

Caressing your thoughts

Testing tongs, breath, pressure and pitch,

Filling you with a tropical fever of craving,

Distinctive sounds of encore cries,

Wont you join me.

By DeVonia Daniel

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