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Love/Romance / Most Erotic Poem on Facebook
« on: February 17, 2018, 09:18:18 AM »
Nwandugo Osinachi
lick the waters in my vagina
and satisfy my queer orgasm
now my body is a tempo, dousing in reverberation
your tongue, may it be an ice falling rhythmically like Soweto drums; matching elegantly on curious ears
may it be an ice cooling my embers
caress it thorough, my pudenda,
with your fingers heavy like a burden
of which my milk industrys are walked upon, and my n*pples pinched
your grease melting me like a wax
may these fingers never cease running swift; chastening and purifying me
this hot water tasted on a soar wound
a gospel resting recklessly on lover's arms
harder.
as your plume fans life into mine
dip your fingers in my orifice,
and nip the bud of my virginity
so blood gush in abundance
so pain whisper to the ears of darkness
harder, as I lie harmless on my back
the language of lust, clothing my nudity
swift, vast.
may my clitoris never be hidden
strike it , with your soft rod
like words hitting words
like tide meeting the current of a sea
strike, punch, locomote.
paint the lips of my vagina with your sperm
let nothing ever be hidden from me
for I want to taste within and beyond
life, dead, life again, dead in your laps.
let nothing ever be hidden.
tender, soft.
water me, for I am a nursery
on the lip of a shallow dry pool
let me feel wet with your songs; the rhythms of your lips pressing hard on mine
your hands clingy on my milk industrys
your thighs embracing mine, like a jazz
water me
yells, moans.
I want to feel your shadows thrust to mine
so I moan relentlessly
I am yours, priceless as a gift
a clay in your hands, mould me to any shape of your wish
let you satisfy my orgasm
now my body is a tempo, dousing in reverberation
© Nwandugo Osinachi
lick the waters in my vagina
and satisfy my queer orgasm
now my body is a tempo, dousing in reverberation
your tongue, may it be an ice falling rhythmically like Soweto drums; matching elegantly on curious ears
may it be an ice cooling my embers
caress it thorough, my pudenda,
with your fingers heavy like a burden
of which my milk industrys are walked upon, and my n*pples pinched
your grease melting me like a wax
may these fingers never cease running swift; chastening and purifying me
this hot water tasted on a soar wound
a gospel resting recklessly on lover's arms
harder.
as your plume fans life into mine
dip your fingers in my orifice,
and nip the bud of my virginity
so blood gush in abundance
so pain whisper to the ears of darkness
harder, as I lie harmless on my back
the language of lust, clothing my nudity
swift, vast.
may my clitoris never be hidden
strike it , with your soft rod
like words hitting words
like tide meeting the current of a sea
strike, punch, locomote.
paint the lips of my vagina with your sperm
let nothing ever be hidden from me
for I want to taste within and beyond
life, dead, life again, dead in your laps.
let nothing ever be hidden.
tender, soft.
water me, for I am a nursery
on the lip of a shallow dry pool
let me feel wet with your songs; the rhythms of your lips pressing hard on mine
your hands clingy on my milk industrys
your thighs embracing mine, like a jazz
water me
yells, moans.
I want to feel your shadows thrust to mine
so I moan relentlessly
I am yours, priceless as a gift
a clay in your hands, mould me to any shape of your wish
let you satisfy my orgasm
now my body is a tempo, dousing in reverberation
© Nwandugo Osinachi