When I Kneel To Prey

When I kneel to prey
Adjusting the whole body in accordance
With my fingers locked in their holes
Going to and fro
With the dexterity of a pro

In the midst of the ensuing moans
Accompanying the speaking in tongues
And the sightly spasms
Do I shift attention to
The power of the tongue
With the tip of the tongue
Do I make powerful confessions
As this I do
The temples do become
An organization of activations of
Rhythmic impulses
Of intoxications and trance

To continue pouring libations
To the goddesses
Do I part the sea
With my rod

Juz wish ur as good as ur poem ...

TrapQueen77:




Juz wish ur as good as ur poem ...

What if I am? You can never tell.

solasolasola:
What if I am? You can never tell.

What if ur not? all these flowery words cud be like a music to her ear but my question is...can u burn some bed linens?

this man sef,it takes some extra ordinary brilliance and IQ to understand that u are talking of fuccking ur catch.isorite

TrapQueen77:



What if ur not? all these flowery words cud be like a music to her ear but my question is...can u burn some bed linens?

I have burned quite many. I burn 'em.

Ndukings92:
this man sef,it takes some extra ordinary brilliance and IQ to understand that u are talking of fuccking ur catch.isorite

Sure. It's got to be opaque. It's got to be metaphorical from the beginning to the end.