I'm a gourd, hold me
in your palms while I pour
you sweet wine.Take me slowly,
a hymn between your lips, sip — fill
your throat with this pleasure song
& when you taste me —
in my liquid state —
do not spit me out in dis-thrust.
a man's white is a sea of many nations.
.
relive the ache in this rock
with a splash of tender waters
from your island of gratification.
let me ease the tremor in your thighs
& draw out fire from your sensuous crevice.
for it takes two balls & a baton
to lead a woman through
the valley of the shadow of death
but as long as you scream
& call my name amidst moans
you're safe.
