Come into my temple
If you dare
Enter into this temple
And face me square
Gone are the days when this sex had ample
Shame for both for bodily pleasures of mere
Significance, this is simple.
Do it, and have no qualms of neglect
You came with vim
So the vim here must not unmake you
It’s pleasure that must be shared and forgotten
It is pleasure that will be in the spur of the moment
It is pleasure of the wind
So boldly walk into my temple
And be among my single congregation
And let the prayers of passion begin.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.
Mum Cee 