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!

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