A MONK AND HIS WET DREAMS
“does it tingle when it wiggles?”
that was the first words to escape my vocal department
when to the left and to the right
she sauntered
this is how I fell head over hips
Part 1:
always eavesdropping on her soft purrs
when wandering fingers finds spots
Part 2:
I sit on a hard bed foot tapping at her slow meanderings
back and forth my mind’s forte
Part 3:
around the curves of my member
sits the core of her desire
Part 4:
she always with methodical approaches
fling winks across the stone walls of my monastery
Part 5:
count down to anticipation
adrenalin of lust points to illusion
Part 6:
she makes my butterflies flutter
like the tail of an excited puppy
Part 7:
I let her scent linger while I unravel
the Bermuda Triangle like Lot in Gomorrah
Part 8:
one touch at a time
another wonderful side of raw and hidden tenderness
lifts our heads into the clouds
LIGHT FADES
…and when all was imagined and done
I whistled from my lonely dorm
“does it tingle when it wiggles?”
her silence reminds me that wet dreams are not for the castrate mind.
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Dolapo
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Jaachi Anyatonwu
Thanks so much, Dolapo.
Precious Adeola
My father’s piece never disappoints
Jaachi Anyatonwu
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