Scrutinize me, recognize my being

Search my edges and curves, my ledges and nerves

Unwrap my secret parcel and let’s wrestle

My innocent nation burns with passion

To find recreation within your station

Stay here and enjoy this mission

For soon there will be transition to another location

Migration from here to there for there’ll be nothing left here

Coz everything will be consumed by your generosity

Strip me naked of all integrity

Invade my privacy; touch my lips with your infirmity

Let me understand your tongue

Even as I speak that tongue with your tongue unto mine

Let me carry your flag and be your number one

The one place that you widely reside

With no disturbance in absolute peace

No one trying to get you out of my virtuous lap

For they care less about my virginity

Now embezzled by your juicy supremacy

My innocent mind and soul now buried

Lost and confined to your irreversible doom

Shadows of confusion and insecurity around me loom

As I lay in the dark, the unknown, wishing we never met

Thousands from the next generation will face death

Because my innocent nation burns with passion

To find recreation within your station.

THE STONE

When I was just a puerile, Mama showed me her precious stone,

Mere stone it was to me then, nothing but an artful glittering stone,

But with acute delight, like a plume, in her bosom she carried the stone,

Kisses and hugs, smiles and laughter, Mama conferred upon her beloved stone,

Leaving me in an abysm of wonder, why she loved me less than her stone,

Her eye glare sparkled with satisfaction at every glance upon the stone,

Her aphrodisiacal lips curved, revealing sparkling white teeth at every glint upon the stone,

When I sprung into a salacious young lassie,

Mama's stone commenced to make more sense in my world,

First came curiosity along with a thin layer of anxiety,

The came vast exhilaration and plenty vigor,

And then hailed the immature lads with huge appetency for cherry,

Then the debut to heartbreak, experience and portencious knowledge,

Finally, an apocalypse to that unparalleled and diametric, precious stone.

Mama's stone! Oh Mama's most cherished stone,

I now know why its place was next to her heart,

A stone like Mama's is very arduous to find,

A stone like Mama's can only be divine,

How much I craved and desired, one to find,

Day and night on my knees, submitting my request to the man upstairs

For I knew that I wanted one like Mama's, I wanted not the fudge,

And then one day on his knees, I received my stone,

I remembered Mama's eye glare as she glanced upon her stone,

I remembered her curved lips and white teeth that broke every bone,

In my eyes was the same glare as I obtained my own precious stone,

On my lips was the same curve that revealed glassy white teeth to break every cone,

Because I ultimately found my resplendent stone,

Dwelling splendidly on the left amidst my mid and pinky finger, MY STONE!

BY EDITH G