FORESKIN RING. I will make you a ring Not from the petals of roses Neither from the finest gold Nor the hardest diamond. My ring will not be of glittering silver From stars that fell Will it be of bones From animals killed for fun? Tusks, shells or pearls Will make my ring not! Ill make you a ring A ring from my foreskin! Ill bleed for the ring That crowns me your king! Ill cry for the ring As pain numbs my thing! But I will not die My manhood will dry Heal and be fine again But Ill not forget the pain Of making you a ring A ring of and from my foreskin. My prepuce Will be used to introduce My wife Married by knife! When heals my rod Ill walk you through the road A path less travelled A journey to the promised land When I get to your swollen seas Wet with matrimal juices With my chosen stick Ill not prick But part your wetness like Moses As the serpent sips from the roses. The brown petals of my rose Will well with waters Nectar for the deflowering snake A serpent that eats to make Yet another life After the knife. The flower will bleed As did my thing When I made you a ring A ring from my foreskin! As my foreskin wraps your finger Let your thing Coil itself tighter Around my thing! As does a ring. The serpent whose head was cut During a nuptial hunt Will bleed again Not blood but bones And flesh that will grow In your womb. Ill make you a ring A ring from my foreskin. After the knife Ill shower you With the germ of life. Oyoo Mboya® Rings & Roses Collection.
Posted on: Mon, 07 Jul 2014 03:53:45 +0000
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