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We are the bold fingers
-in your spaced vagina.
Skirting through your waters,
in search of forgotten moans
We are the antenna proud
-on your nipples,
facing westward.
Reminding you the need for our wet tongues
We are, you know?
The iron mast
-that keeps your thighs apart,
vibrating your foundation.
In earnest anticipation of your
rocking redemption…
About the author
Ugorji Ebube sees him self as a lover of seductive words. He usually goes with the frustrated pen name “Jamike” culled from Esiaba Irobi’s famed play “The other side of the mask”. At his spare time, he blogs at hotjollof.com
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