THAT SAUSAGE

POETRY 0 Minutes

That sau–
…sage
Knowing not its foo-
…tage
Drives me wild

II
That sau-
…sage
What is its mile-
…age?
Wants are piled

III
That sau-
…sage
If I get in my co-
…ttage
I’ll drive it wild

IV
That sau-
…sage
Give me on a mort-
…gage
I promise to go mild

V
That sau-
…sage
I need many of its do-
…sage
To sleep like a child

VI
It won’t be bad
To lick into –
…de-li-co-bite
…de-li-co-cut
Forgetting –
…ra-di-co-fears
…ra-di-co-tears
Until its brutal swallow
I so trust my teeth
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 30, 2019

Published by amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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14 thoughts on “THAT SAUSAGE”

  1. This was very clever and made me excited and then laugh at the end. I remember a friend of mine, who was taking nude photos of me, said that my cock looked like a sausage. At least she didn’t say that it looked like breakfast sausages, which are tiny by comparison. 😉

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