My Love Pot Poem by Anthony Edmond John
My Love Pot
Nsiribom come beat that slow rhumba for my dancing pleasure...
Yes Yes I came along with My tortoise shell to back you up...
Sisi Maybelle is here...Her waist is to be warmed..It has to end-up wet...
Nsiribom did you see her sweet smile...
Her flashed teeth at me sends My marrow a degree softer...
Her waist is here...
Nsiribom beat those astral drums faster, quicker, Where is that hidden Fire...Aha! she loves this one...
Deeper, Deeper she cries...
Nsiribom Listen to the edge in her Voice...Nsiribom she is utterly Lost in Passion and Pleasure...
Before you take your leave come listen to her deep throated Snore...
She wont leave my arms..Oh! To them Sisi Maybelles, Cutting across reality into Dreamland's Love Pot's Tale...
The Rebirth of Passion, Ecstacy and Pleasure.
hallo kind sir - thanks for your comment... got me reading yours now. This one is excellent, really takes one into the heart of the beat... or is it the beat of the heart...
This is a creative approach to a writing. I am pleased with it. I found it interesting. I also liked the finish. The finish was very nice and well stated. I can recommend this. Greenwolfe 1962
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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She wont leave my arms..Oh! To them Sisi Maybelles, Cutting across reality into Dreamland's Love Pot's Tale... Rachel Ann Butler