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SACRED ORGASM

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SACRED ORGASM
It is a waste of time
When the one heading this cunnilingus journey
has no head to think that my body, in its inner sanctuary
is a respecter of coitus interruptus
I mean, the earth they say is round, but to me, this is a flat one
This road is a slippery back and forth one dripping calm water
With hormones always raving at the slightest chant of orgasmic thoughts
in the presence of spirits and gods
bowed-eyed and drinking from this gourd of screaming orgasm
Rehearsing thoughts over tots of moans and soft praises
“Where are his hands” I whispered to myself
I fought back and forth, thinking “Oh, no hands allowed”
Then like sex-starved slaves of Amistad, he pleaded
“May I be allowed to give my offering upon this temple of liberation?”
I whispered “Offer your sacrifice on this altar of sexual incubation”
Each time, I stole glances at him my nerves twitched
His touch ignited wildfire across my temple
this gave me goosebumps
from atop these twin mountains set upon my chest
through the path that leads to my navel
and down through this forest of pleasure
cupping this clitoricentric spot, to where warmth is assured
I spoke in the unknown tongues of fiery gods
This world is a cold place you know
This right here is my defense
One orgasm at a time
Two, sit back, lay face-up
Three, inhale, exhale and watch an army gather
and ready to shoot through you
Four, don’t be scared
Five, never worry
Six, you won’t be sorry after an anthem is laced upon his tongue
as he slurps and moans at your unstable waistline
You, the owigiri dancer
You, the receiver of his worship
will hold his head as you stutter broken prayers
and your tongue no longer stays rooted in your mouth
You choose not to speak
For the devil is the choirmaster conducting the loud notes
you play aloud in staccato rhythms
or the ones caught in your mouth; close
Seven, let out the puff of air as you wake up refrains of oohs and aahs
Eight, he stops to kiss you and your body remembers
it is no respecter of emotions holding you back
Nine, just drip like the 5am soft August rain
Ten, remember to ask
“Does this head heading this journey deserve warmth in your sacred temple?
(c) NEO.Flo.Etry
Photo credit: http://www.tenor.com
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MAN IN POWER

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Women: He
walked
from dusk
to dawn in purple damask

All: He must be rich

Men: He
smiled
for hours
exhibiting his powers

All: He must be mad

Youths: He
killed
for festivities
concealing shady activities

All: He must be a snitch

Women: He
jeered
behind closed doors
and claps as tears pours

All: He must be bad

Youths: He
drank
ate and laughed
sang and laughed
his heart pounded

All: He must be sick

Men: He
frowned
his heart pounded
his body surrounded

Women: He must be dying

Men: He is dying!

Youths: Must he die?

All: He has died!

Silence

JAGGED EXPRESSIONS (Poli-ticks and What-Nots)
Neofloetry, 2014