I was taught that consent is-
the fire, forging the ultimate orgasm.
Cherries are never crunchy;
why then do you eat them like chin-chin?
Has the semi-circular dance
lost its excitement?
Has it been rid of
the adrenaline ruse
that tricks the phallus to future fun?
That you forcefully steal,
that which is priceless;
which mother nor sister can bequeath.
With a callous grin-
and a beastly moan.
Since when is it chivalry
to fill her eyes with tear with each thrust?
As minds are at parallel meeting points.
And her 'plea of estoppel', sadly,
fuels your devilish desire.
Her struggle- the pillar of your lechery!
To the dog crunching away
on the bone hung on its neck.
To the rat; nibbling at the fish kept in its trust.
-Chimezie Ogenna Nwodo
Chimezie, how can you entrust rat with fish? You sef! LOL.
Beautiful one, my brother.
Sasha boné come and unravel this piece of poetry, if you do I owe you a three course dinner next weekend.