Tuesday, 19 December 2017

now that my husband has gone
to work and we're alone,
I want you to lock the door and
remove all your clothes...
My body is on fire.

I want you to come closer.
Don't gaze at me as if you've seen
an ugly looking ghost.
I've taken off my underwear.
I want you to have an aerial view of
the den that men love most.

If you refuse to make love to me,
I will shout at the top of my voice
and call you a rapist.
You'll be stoned by angry villagers.
In fact,
My husband will insert a hot nail in
the narrow opening of your penis.
He will also terminate your job as
our gardener.

Therefore Allango.
Before you rush to the garden to prune flowers with your shears,
I want you to slither through the
petals of the juicy crack between my thighs.
I want you to feel the texture of my
behind with your tongue.

Come Allango,
Come closer.


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