Vagina Dream
Ernest Samuel Llime - December, 2011
- Woodhaven
Last night I had the greatest dream I've
ever dreamed, with closed or open eyes
I dreamt about vaginas - gently floating from the skies
At first there was a single one as
light and white as snow
Floating like a feather into my outstretched hand below
I touched it in amazement thinking it
must be a trick
And then I did what anyone would do, namely, I gave it a lick
I guessed this one belonged to a
Russian super-star
Because it tasted like the most exquisite - beluga caviar
More came like cherry blossom petals, a-blowing in the wind
I felt that I myself might be, some kind of hyacinth
Italian, Norse and Dutch vaginas - to whet my appetite,
Chinese and Japanese - like sushi - thought it would last all night
I found a Scottish one - I thought it'd be a Scotch
But when it tasted just like haggis - their fame went up a notch
Vaginas, vaginas, vaginas oh my
I sent a silent thank you prayer to our mother in the sky
A Greek one just like moussaka - then
an Egyptian baklava
A Filipina sweet and sour tamarind - an Indonesian that's somehow become
unpinned
The French one was naughty and rich and
I just couldn't tell you which - I favored
I really, really, really love them all - no matter how they're flavored
The pretty Palestinian - like extra
virgin olive oil
The Israeli one like cactus fruit - it made my tensions coil
Some Caribbean, sweet as mango - and a
latina - juicy flan that wanted us to tango
The Aussie said: come and I'll show you where it's at - and there was Africa
tasting like chocolat
I lay down on the soft vaginas, happy
as man can be
While more and more of them rained down and joined to cover me.
Pink, brown, white, red, - black,
yellow, brown, red
Fat, thin, pierced, bald, - hot, tepid, blazing, cold
Vaginas, vaginas, vaginas oh my
So sentimental, not an eye and nary a vagina managed to stayed dry!
At last I opened my eyes - and soon I
realized
Desire - never dies.
(Live)
I mean insult to no one - so I'll just take my bow
But if I did forget you - please come, I'll taste yours now!
Copyright © 2011 Ernest Samuel Llime. All Rights Reserved.