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

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

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

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

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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