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THE LAST LUST

I see his big biceps ripple
Droplets of water slide down his brow
Crawling slowly to his chest
Drawing those patterns oh so lovely
I see his black glistening skin
Smooth as a rock
At the bottom of the river
His eyes sharp like a spear's head
Piercing my own that's melting
I have this sense of wonder
How does his lips taste
How will his kiss make me
I yearn to be in his perfect arms
That will take me to places
I will never want to come back from
My instinct speaks to me
I need to know this creature
All carnal desires spoken for
This is the last lust
Centuries to come I will remember
His chest rippling on my own

Copyright March 2017
Mulunga Alukwe
  • nairobipoetryhouse...
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    THE LAST LUST

    I see his big biceps ripple
    Droplets of water slide down his brow
    Crawling slowly to his chest
    Drawing those patterns oh so lovely
    I see his black glistening skin
    Smooth as a rock
    At the bottom of the river
    His eyes sharp like a spear's head
    Piercing my own that's melting
    I have this sense of wonder
    How does his lips taste
    How will his kiss make me
    I yearn to be in his perfect arms
    That will take me to places
    I will never want to come back from
    My instinct speaks to me
    I need to know this creature
    All carnal desires spoken for
    This is the last lust
    Centuries to come I will remember
    His chest rippling on my own

    Copyright March 2017
    Mulunga Alukwe

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