Love Poem for the African Goddess of Literature
a love poem by Wolf Larsen
Warning: some sexual imagery. Everyone opposed to sex should stop reading now!
I kiss her cubist lips
I lick her cubist vagina
she is my Picasso nude
when she smiles botanical gardens grow all around us
her skin is the night sky and my skin is daylight and our bodies wrapped around each other is day & night roving around & around the earth
her teeth biting me and my teeth biting her is like strawberries with whipped cream
her pussy is so many centuries of joy
her belly button is my oasis
I would castrate every man on the planet to make sure the babies are mine
her growing tummy are the birds singing every morning
the food between her legs is the best cooking I’ve ever eaten
she will be my whorehouse
when we embrace it’s the most erotic sculpture you could imagine
even her feet are my happiness
her voice paints over the gray world with bright new colors
her happiness is my joy
her pussy is my American century
we ****s so much that even the rabbits are shocked
my milk in her coffee is my heaven and her heaven growing into one beautiful baby
her face is the greatest work of art known to man
her open legs are my symphony
and her womb is a blank page and my words of poetry are swimming towards the great big sun in her womb
when me marry Europe & Africa will marry
and I will build a giant wall around us
and we will make love until World War III
Copyright 2015 by Wolf Larsen
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