Daring to dress to draw darts
…to get drawns to drool
…needs a different discipline
For doolittles will drool
…maybe dent while drafting
So carry your cunny in what your hurry can marry
II
If you flaunt to haunt
…the haunted will fight
…a flight for the hots
…a hump in a fit
Because eyes can look
…but can’t keep
…minds surely will know and can’t hoard
…bodies surely will need
…and will need the needs to feed
Even in cases where fear blocks
…mouths might mount mild moans
So carry your cunny in what your hurry can marry
III
It is a stubborn itch that calls for a sore through a scratch
It is a smelly sore that calls for a hot balm
…and or flies
Overscented nectar hunts noses
…from far and wide
Just like stinking corpses call vultures
So carry your cunny in what your hurry can marry
IV
There is no hungry mouth
…whose hand will see a ripe fruit
…in a careless desert
…and leave it be
So carry
…by all means do carry what you must
…but your dos must embrace the don’ts
…they exhume
…from the buried coffins of desire
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 4, 2019
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