On My Laps Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

There is something between the legs and,
There is something between the lips;
But love does crown the way always,
And, here we are today!

I can converse with the intelligent beings,
But this love is hotter than July! !
And, i can make you sleep on my laps;
For ylour kisses are like the white calabash around me,
And like my maid who cleans my house in her bikini.

From the napkins to the blankets,
From your roses of love to the kisses of your lips,
And like, tending my garden and planting my seed of love;
But, i can k´make you sleep on my laps.