by Edward Kofi Louis
What occurs to you after sex?
And like how you spent the night with a prostitute;
But, you can still entice me with your love because,
This world is full of ups and downs!
I am walking to the hill that faces Hebron,
But, you are still making love with Delilah! !
And the village next to you now is called 'Sankofa'.
You lulled me to sleep with my head on your lap,
And i am now blinded because of this love;
But your sex wax is now like the flax that is set on fire! !
However, in the middle of the night you woke me up.
In the cleft of the rock,
In the middle of the night,
In the land of roses with the aroma of your muse!
And with the tip of my staff touching your heart;
because, a fleece of wool was on the threshing floor.
You did it in the night with me,
And i was filled with the bowl of your lovely muse;
But this bowl of water is like the songs of love,
And, i finally saw your face! !
But, let me go before the day breaks on us,
And like the muse of joy in the land of plenty.