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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