Vuu vuu
slowly takes she,
her bow
Vuu vuu
Alikoto enters the
fine sand
Twisting twisting
in gorgeous turns
For a hand to take
a hold at the waist
When shame flees at
sunset
The dark hides
their beaming faces
Yet their sight brighter
in the night
On painted lips and
showy eyebrow
Haha haha hahaa
The moon the stars
In the spectrum of
my eyes, shines
Deeply transformed
by my touch
Their stuffy and
cold pleasures
When my kisses gash
out of its wells and oases
Like sweet sugar honey,
Their banks will
overflow, unending
All that I do
Is all what I want
to do
Undress like I have
well done
Not fearing the
eyes the moon nor the sleeping sun
When I hide in the
empty alleys
On the boulevard
plain
On top of the
office tables
Among the powerful
public servants
I search a man:
A man, not for home
but of money
Oh painted lips showing
opened belly top
I see all of it
move with her gestures
Like a snare, me
the by- stander and all her guest to embrace
As our steps fall
in her glue, our wings in her woven web
Your standing
crowns unveiled
The flashing lamps
in the dark
Twist your alikoto,
Hear the sound that
dazes
My steps to stagger
as I hold it in my palm
Left to tickle
every part of my receptive being with its top
From the centre of
it
Vuu vuu
slowly you’ll bow
to her command
Vuu vuu
Alikoto in a pretty
fine sand
Within invisible
determined confines
Twisting twisting
her gorgeous turns
A hand to take a
hold at a waist
And shame flees at
sunset
The dark to hide a
face
Will leave bright
in the night her sight
Oh eyebrow that
goes before painted lips
The night is my day
The day my night
Sweet night
How I wish I could
tie you to my wishes end
The fire sticks in
her hands
Never ceases to be
rekindled
By the poker of her
lips
Young and foolish
are her guest
Who enters her
gates
Spiced with
fragrances of gel
Under the shadow of
the night
They fortified and
mounted their base
Eyelids in mascara,
their covering
With two little
deities which will subdue You,
Bewildering to the
eyes
Their sight, naked
to the eyes
Adorable vampires
decorated by nature’s beauticians
In abundance we
have
This is what men
wants
Come hither come
nigher
Have what you’ve
longed for
The light is gone
The night is long
Darkness covers it
all
Come hither come
nigher
Then your night forever will be short
Then your night forever will be short
With its mark you’ll
be left
To tarry at day
with all glances
A perpetual shame,
a lasting regret
Unwashable stain in
white linen
With time, dirty and
dark
The white linen
becomes the stain itself
Like the dark night
around her
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