You long for stranger’s lips on your wet splayed
lips, a mouth on the mouth between your hips.
I yearn to learn each Old World term that made
your Ma squirm. Songs of sighs. Which word still drips
from your Bibi’s thighs, though tyrant English
tried to damn it? Words can be colonized
and then redefined, called sin and banished.
Words for cum, sensuous sucking, clits baptized
under tongues, parted lips. If I sang them
while your baby-phat nectar soaked my tongue
would you be my translator? Forbidden
words, deep, biting, dripping, like the mayhem
found in a poetry slam. – Words you shun;
words that make you blush and gush as one.