Alexander  K Opicho
(eldoret, Kenya; aopicho@yahoo.com)

in my state of being a deadly *** rapscallion
i knew not why there are ******* on a woman
i had often rushed down to the south
seeking for selfish sensation in wanton of her
a woman whose freedom i devoured
she persevered solemnly without my know

let  me accede to my audience with all honesty
the ******* of a woman is a treasure of nature
a beacon of creation for peaceful humanity
touch them fondly with a pinch of compassion
be patient with them for they were your  first food
****** them patiently they are amber of fire

sing to them a poem in sweet love of them
they will stand ***** pointing at the sun
breaking eyes of your  beautiful love
as her heart unto you soft is gone
you must treasure the ******* of a woman
with your warm volley of  kisses
more than you scamper for her fine  thighs
for the power in the thighs comes from
the warmth in the glorified *******