Love Poem For The African Goddess Of Literature

Love Poem for the African Goddess of Literature
a love poem by Wolf Larsen

I kiss her cubist lips

I lick her cubist vagina

she is my Picasso nude

when she smiles botanical gardens grow all around us

her skin is the night sky and my skin is daylight and our bodies wrapped around each other is day & night roving around & around the earth

her teeth biting me and my teeth biting her is like strawberries with whipped cream

her pussy is so many centuries of joy

her belly button is my oasis

I would castrate every man on the planet to make sure the babies are mine

her growing tummy are the birds singing every morning

the food between her legs is the best cooking I’ve ever eaten

she will be my whorehouse

when we embrace it’s the most erotic sculpture you could imagine

even her feet are my happiness

her voice paints over the gray world with bright new colors

her happiness is my joy

her pussy is my American century

we fucks so much that even the rabbits are shocked

my milk in her coffee is my heaven and her heaven growing into one beautiful baby

her face is the greatest work of art known to man

her open legs are my symphony

and her womb is a blank page and my words of poetry are swimming towards the great big sun in her womb

when me marry Europe & Africa will marry

and I will build a giant wall around us

and we will make love until World War III


Copyright 2015 by Wolf Larsen